Asher's thoughts shifted to the principal.
What if she were an evil woman who intended to use every student present as part of a ritual to summon a Demon God? Or perhaps something even more terrifying, an Eldritch Entity, after which calamity would inevitably befall Crymora.
He shook his head at such ridiculous speculation, a faint chuckle echoing in his mind.
'It seems I've gone mad, always expecting trouble or disaster to unfold wherever I step,' Asher mused silently.
He had entertained such thoughts on numerous occasions. There were the times he imagined his own siblings sending assassins after him; the incident at The Orchid Auction House when he half-expected someone to attack; and most recently, the ambush the thought would befall him, the Third Moon, and the Third Sun during their journey.
'It's as though I can't stop seeking chaos or battle… This Wargrave Bloodline is truly turning me into a battle fanatic,' he thought with a mental sigh.
