Fatherly Asura

The Clouded Court Squad’s [Defensive Array] was a subtle thing. It did not tower as [Venerable Reed Sage’s] had, and were Fu not possessed of the abilities he held it would have remained unnoticed.

With door ajar, and its framework half-crumpled, the structure itself offered little in the way of confidence. Just one of an ashen skyline, where linger flames flickered and dust roved upon the breeze like prowling beasts. But the [Array] maintained.

Fostering hope, as no ghost was ever as they seemed.

The hour was far into this assault’s second morning, lending to the Cloud Gathering division’s weariness on approach. Fu had begun to tire of the constant warmth upon his [Ink], and his ever-thinning resolve to tread between danger and opportunity.

It read thus.