Through the swirling and hazing smoke, Asher walked out with gentle steps, his pace unhurried and composed, his cape billowing softly to the lingering sound and fading rhythm of the last destruction. Despite the violence that had just unfolded, his body remained as pristine as ever; not a single speck of dust marred his clothes or skin. He walked forward as though he had existed outside the very concept of that explosion, as though the chaos that had consumed the battlefield moments ago had never been meant to touch him in the first place.
