"Well if that is your intention.." Asura paused for a moment and gave her hand that was holding the staff a flick, releasing a burst of silver light that flooded out from the sand within the hourglass. When the light had faded, Asura had gone from a child of no older than seven to a young adult of average height and long silver hair that flowed out around her in a motion as if the wind was blowing it. But because of there was no wind, one could only assume it was frozen like that with time its self. It was Asura's true form, that of the Enchantress of Time.
"A fair warning," Asura walked towards him, stopping just a slight distance away. "Choose wisely who you pick to be Templars, this time around. The people of this time are greedy, and most will use the powers of time for their own intentions, be they for good, or evil.. Existence is not safe, as there are embodiments that rebel and fight amongst themselves, as well as the entity they call Plex. The Negative Dimensional Core, brought to life by the foolish efforts of the Dimensional Guardians. It has gained sentience and seeks to devour all. Time stays neutral in most affairs. But in this..." Asura sighed, "We might not have much of a choice."
