Doesn't Look Like a Tower....

Asura awoke from a disturbed slumber, his thoughts constantly dancing between memories, lives and events so jumbled like woven thread entangled in the shape of a spider's web.

The morning sunlight shone through the thick fog, gradually fading in the beautiful Drakkur territory. 

Suddenly, a gentle knock sounded twice before the handle turned. 

"Mu Xue...?" Asura asked in his sleepy mood, climbing off the bed and walking towards the door in a daze.

"Forgive me, my lord. I am not Mu Xue but Su Fei. Good morning, Lord Asura. The lady asked for your presence at breakfast. Today, she said you depart for the tower and must be full strength. Ah!?" 

The moment the maid opened the door, the naked body of Asura greeted her as he still seemed to be in a state of sleepiness.

"Ahhhh... I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, lord. I'm sorry."