Asher walked out of Azaron's study room, his footsteps calm as he seemed lost in thought. Before he could walk too far, a butler sighted him and immediately bowed in respect. Asher walked past the man as a smile appeared on his face. He had enjoyed his discussion with Azaron and the fact that the man had shown him something new.
For the past eight months, he had been talking to himself and no one else. A normal person might have gone mad, but thanks to his strengthened will, he was able to last that long.
'I wonder how Lyra is doing,' he thought as he walked, as he was sure she had made preparations five months ago only to be kept waiting.
'I wonder if she is within the Training Facility or if she is on a mission,' he thought. Although, he guessed that Lyra would be training and not be on a mission, as he could somehow guess her reasoning behind it.
