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"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him.  But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. 

"I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. 

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." 

She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. 

"Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. 

“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”

“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”

“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.

“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.

“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

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She steadied herself and helped the facilitators lift her friend back above ground, focusing on the immediate need to get her to safety.

Asher remained seated, his gaze steady as he watched the facilitators lift Thenara from the depths of the crater.

He let out a faint smile. She did not provoke him before, so he had no reason to kill her. Instead, he actually saved her life.

During the moment of her inevitable death, he had cast a protective spell over her body, shielding her from the worst. He even healed her, ensuring she wouldn't die from the backlash of the artifacts she used to temporary boost her power.

'Is it just me, or is everyone too reliant on external power?'

He disliked the idea of sorcerers relying too much on artifacts, knowing they could only offer so much and, in some cases, hindered real growth.

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