Even with the entire Lower Dimension reduced to ruin, the Asuras carried on as if nothing had changed.
At least, the lower Asuras did. They'd been given strict orders not to leave their universe—locked down completely, sealed off from everything beyond.
Ash and his companions hovered in the blood‑red skies above the World of Nara.
Crimson clouds churned overhead, lit from below by the constant flicker of battle.
Beneath them sprawled an endless landscape of jagged mountains, rivers the color of fresh wounds, floating islands made of obsidian and bone, and colossal arena‑pits where thousands of Asuras clashed in ceaseless duels.
Nia drew in a slow breath.
"This place always smells like battle and blood," she murmured.
Katherine's crimson eyes glinted, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile.
"They're Asuras after all. Maybe the only race besides Vampires who enjoy blood this much."
