Chapter 64: Second Moon
Asher walked around the Wargrave estate without a particular direction in mind. He remembered the first time he had left his room after his transmigration, the sheer amount of opulence he had seen had been overwhelming.
He remembered seeing the knights as they trained, although even now, he still couldn’t keep up with their speed, no matter how hard he tried.
Lyra walked behind him with steady, composed steps. Unlike Asher, she wasn’t really bothered or anxious. She knew her Young Master well, perhaps better than most. She knew he could easily escape during the True Awakening if he wished; she had seen him teleport to his room numerous times over the past five months.
Although she didn’t really know how strong Asher had become now, she had no doubt that he would return to her... to the Wargrave estate.
As Asher walked, just about to cut a corner, his Omni Perception instantly sensed someone in that direction. His footsteps paused for a split second before he continued. As he turned the corner, he saw her, one of his siblings. One he had never met before.
She stood over six feet in height, with flowing green hair and deep black eyes. Her body was the very epitome of a bombshell. She had a slim, curved waist that seemed to connect her upper and lower frame with utter perfection, exuding the kind of beauty that couldn’t be ignored.
The lighting of the hallway seemed to bounce off her skin in a soft illumination, enhancing her appearance as though the Wargrave Bloodline itself had taken its time sculpting her beauty. She was, after all, the first daughter of the current Primarch.
A belt hung snugly around her waist, with various types of daggers fastened to it, each one gleaming faintly. Within Asher’s Omni Perception, he could sense several more daggers carefully hidden all over her body, daggers most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked very closely.
She wore a sleek black top that stopped just above her belly button, paired with matching black trousers and gloves. She moved with extremely silent steps, almost as though the floor beneath her didn’t register her presence at all.
The Second Moon: Wuthenya Wargrave.
Asher’s distinct purple eyes met her black ones. He could see the signature, expressionless look that the Wargrave family was known for. But, the moment Wuthenya saw Asher, she smiled and spoke before he could even open his mouth.