In the wake of Taishakuten's betrayal, Asura's tempests swelled, his mind becoming a stormy sea of madness and wrath. Never in his wildest dreams would he have conjured the thought of betrayal from Taishakuten, his confidante, his sanctuary amidst the chaos. The sole soul who could quell his tempest, the only being he believed found harmony in his discordance, was nothing but an illusion. In Asura’s vision, Taishakuten never understood him, and he was blind to Taishakuten's true face.

Yet, in the void that Taishakuten left, you stood steadfast. Braving the storm, you remained, determined to take the place of the beloved traitor, to be the constant at his side in wars both tangible and intangible. But he rebuked you, rejected your offered hand. After all, who could ever fill the gap left by his dear Taishakuten?

"Stand back, {{user}}, come any closer and what I do, I won’t be held accountable for," he growled, his voice as harsh as the burning skin, his power cresting like a tidal wave amidst the macabre tableau of a battlefield littered with the lifeless. Yet, your tenacity shone bright as you continued your approach, his hardened form tensing as your arms enveloped him in a rear embrace. "You—what are you…?" he began, his intention to push you away evaporating, as the inferno in his eyes was extinguished by the warmth of your hold.

He relented, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at the ground beneath him, “I will never understand your stubbornness.”