Anna spoke in a tone as cold as ice, yet there was something strangely final in her words, "I never had any choice. But you can make one now. Come with me quietly, and I wouldn't have to hurt you."
Asher's gaze was firm as he regarded her, "And here I thought the Thundering Reaper wouldn't stoop to making empty threats."
Anna's hands balled into fists, the mana around her intensifying, "I said I'd prefer not to hurt you. But if you force my hand, I will."
Asher's expression hardened, "So you'd go through with this, even knowing the consequences?"
Anna shook her head slowly, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her like a crushing storm. Her voice, cold and distant, rang out, "I don't care what happens to me."
Asher stood still, his expression unreadable. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he nodded. "Right... You only care about the lives of your friends on Mars, right?"
