Fatherly Asura

-points of contention, naturally. As stated previously.

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Yet to those heathens outwith her allegiance, one might hypothesise on the difficulty they would face accessing such realms.

Vagrants, and unaffiliated cultivators, beholden still to her rules are not counted within this number, though such terms may still apply.

So the [Trial] component, whatever [Heritage], [Reliquary] or treasures it may bestow upon completion, are beyond reach. For what Clan or Sect would afford such riches to outsiders, or rid themselves of the myriad gains that extend from having such [Mystic Realms] within their sphere?

Their only hope, Heavens forbid, are three.

The unclaimed.

The unfound.

Or the prophesied.

- “Beyond the Paifang, a collective work,” by the Quill House of Cherry River Spear

It came as an inhalation, the force that wakened him. Fu had felt this once before, upon emerging from the Thousand Shore [Mystic Realm].

A dalliance of days before [Winter] had turned.

On the Clouded Court Squad’s rooftop, he rose. Much laboured, and in no quick fashion, for the process of shattering one’s bones was no easily remedied thing.

Hushi welcomed him back from whatever recess he had forced his mind into, and mounted his lap with the rising sun at his back.

With a strained rise of his arm, Fu laid a hand atop him. “I am ever grateful, brother.” His mind was split, caught between what his [Bone Refinement] might have gained, and an urge to escape the horrid absence of [Autumn’s] damp.

Balance was a muted concern, and so he conjured his [Ink] while traversing the rooftop’s slope.