Precursor Artefact (1)

"It's been a while," Astaroth mused, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Since I've felt the heat from a star on my skin or the gentle touch of the wind on a planet. I used to take those sensations for granted, you know."

Ashton, standing beside Astaroth on the balcony of the Eastern Palace's new mansion. The sun bathed them in a warm, golden glow, and the wind carried the faint scent of exotic flora with it, unlike the stench of the undead from before. 

The place also held significance for the two because it was inside the Eastern Palace that Ashton was made aware of Astaroth's existence. It was also where Astaroth saved Ashton when one of his eyes blew up... even though his intention wasn't all that pure. 

Other than that, Astaroth's words resonated with Ashton, reminding him of the stark contrast between his existence as a human and his newfound Precursor experience.