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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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(Brat!) Pantheon roared in anger.

(If you keep going like that, forget about our contract—you'll die and bring trouble upon yourself, just like I did!)

Asher furrowed his brow. He knew Pantheon was killed before, but he didn't know the full story of how such a powerful being had ended up in that position.

However, hearing him sound too concerned gave him some clues about what the ancient dragon had suffered before finding its own peace of mind.

"I'm different from you. I won't die," he said, waving off the warning.

(So, you're turning into me… into us,) Pantheon sighed.

(I thought you were different from the others—you never let your power go to your head. I watched how you only used it when necessary, never abusing it. That's why I chose to look after you... to see what you would become...)

(I thought you were going to show me something different this time...)

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