@divinitysheartâ Asch starter for Rex!
First, there had been pain. Being stabbed from the back, front, and all around by Oracle Knight replicas had been about the worst way that Asch could think to go. Pain had been followed by acceptance. Asch knew that he was going to die one way or the other. He just happened to go out being unable to get to Van himself, and had needed to tell Luke that everything was up to him. In those final moments, heâd accepted Luke. That was what counted in the end, he supposed.
Finally, darkness.
...And then, light again. Asch could feel the warmth of the sun shining upon him, and confusion began to fill his clouded mind. How...?
âUgh...â Asch had opened his eyes for just a moment, only to be blinded by the light of the world around him the moment he did. Pain was quick to follow from his body as well as he tried to get his bearings. Minutes passed, and he started to adjust to the light. When he did he finally was able to take a look around. He seemed to have been propped up against a tree on the outskirts of some kind of village. A quaint little place from the look of it. But... it didnât look like anywhere in Auldrant.
Had Lorelei done this? Was it Yuliaâs will that he be given another chance, or... was it something else? Because Asch was terribly certain that he had passed away.
âWhat... is this place?â He tried to stand, but pain took hold of him anew and he was forced to stay still again. It seemed a majority of his stab wounds had been erased somehow, but the first one heâd endured still seemed to remain in some capacity. Okay, so he was still wounded and he had no idea where he was. But it certainly wasnât Eldrant.
The thoughts drifted away quickly when he noticed movement from the corner of his eye. A village resident, perhaps? Or someone coming to check if he was okay? Either way, Asch wasnât about to stay quiet.
âH-Hey...â Asch lifted his head a bit and looked in the newcomerâs direction. He looked like he was a couple years younger than Asch, wearing blue and gold clothing too. Though Asch didnât know who he was, he didnât have a lot of choice in who to ask for help.
âCan you tell me where I am?â And maybe help me get some assistance? The second question remained unspoken. Though Asch knew he needed help, he was still a bit too proud to openly admit it. Yet, anyway.













