InnocentFox

"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.

My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

'Wait… if I combined that state with my dragon form…' he muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities.

'Theoretically speaking, I could reach up to 2000%, maybe even 3000% before hitting my breaking point'

'Even at 1000%, my body would be more durable, and I could sustain the form longer without breaking down'

He was tempted to test his new strength right away.

But he reminded himself that this form was a last resort—pushing it too soon would be reckless.

Meanwhile, Pantheon's eyes remained fixed on Asher.

It could already feel the change. The dragon's influence was seeping deeper into Asher's mind, reshaping him bit by bit.

Asher was aware of the risks, of course. But the intoxicating taste of power made it easy to push those concerns aside.

"Let's see," Asher murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing.

Dragon Essence Part 2