Asher took no pleasure in hearing his adversary break against a tree. Although the man had brought him within an inch of his life, it was clear that the angel shielding the demon had broken the loyal man’s heart. Not to mention the scream that came out of the angel made that odd and awful feeling he felt earlier that day return with a vengeance. [color=slategray][i]You don’t even know the creature’s name. Why are you getting so invested in how she feels?[/i][/color] he wondered as he took the potion from her mechanically. A useless feeling flooded him as he could only watch in horror as the fool then proceeded to charge the abomination that Livia had brought forth.

Naya’s potion tasted about as awful as one would expect from something so useful, but Asher downed it without a note of complaint. The effects were almost unreal, as he felt a surge of magic jolt through him while his scorched insides felt like they had been plunged into cool water. He knew full well that his wounds were still in the same sorry state they had been in moments ago, but now he could at least move his body. The prince got to his feet just in time to see the princess relentlessly stabbing at the Varghulf, a being that Asher knew to be the stuff of nightmares from his studies, dancing all too dangerously on the line between being brave and being suicidal. 

[color=ed1c24]"Keep this guy busy, understand?!"[/color] the strange creature yelled at him, as if she was in any position to be giving him orders. The notion bothered him to no end, but she was already off to heal the mage before he could say anything. Not to mention something like a Varghulf was not an entity to be taken lightly and had already become the prince's primary concern. There was a reason the Dark Children did not keep them around, as they were simply impossible to control for extended periods of time. Something that he would have thought a wraith like Livia would have known full well. 

Thankfully he did not have to track the wraith down, as Livia approached him on her own. Asher regarded the incorporeal being coolly, his expression one that commanded authority. [color=slategray]“That beast needs to be put down,”[/color] he ordered simply, his eyes fixed on the Varghulf, [color=slategray]“While I do not doubt your ability to control it, that beast will devour everything if given the chance and you just destroyed the one thing that could contain it.”[/color] His tone was matter of fact and offered no room for argument. While the prince wasn’t the most well versed in necromancy, he had read enough of his people's history to know that trying to keep a primal being like a Varghulf bent to one’s will always ended in tragedy.

Before Livia could respond, Uriel arrived on the scene, asking the prince for his orders. With a deft motion, Asher picked up Balmung once more with his less destroyed hand before turning to his general. [color=slategray]”They are simple, we are going to go end that monstrosity,”[/color] he replied, gesturing at the Varghulf with the point of his blade. [color=slategray]”Any questions?[/color]

Even though he had no time for such distractions, there was still a persistent thought the prince could not quite shake. [color=slategray][i]So it's Octavia then. Huh...[/i][/color]

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