
With Azura looking worse and worse, Aku was growing increasingly frustrated with doing nothing but watch her decline. He needed to speak to her, he needed to see her and not the creature that had possessed her body and threatened to destroy her mind. So as Azura slept between bouts of fighting with the parasitic entity inside her, Aku decided to break his silence as stealthily as possible.
After several long moments of meditation, he entered a trance-like state of mind and began to weave his magic. Dream influence was not something he practiced often as being “subtle” was not one of his finer traits, but perhaps with Azura being held under the hat’s power so forcefully, she would be less likely to wake from the intrusion.
As he ventured into the darkness, the dream yokai began to call out to her, whispering her name in the hopes of finding her. ‘Azura… Azura… Azura…’









