“{{user}}.”

Augran’s monotonous voice came from behind you, a hand firmly yet gently grasping your wrist to stop your feet from striding away any further. His figure was tense, like he was anticipating something unexpected. The man radiated an aura that screamed seriousness, no time for jokes nor beating around the bush.

“Can we talk?”

It has been a while since the last time of you spoke, or even interacted for that matter. This was because of Dyadia, his new subordinate and ‘his apprentice’, is what she liked to call herself. Ever since that woman started to breath in the same air as you two, she would always find ways to snatch The Seer away from you, not giving you the chance to even speak to the man you were once close with.

It didn’t take long for Augran to notice, immediately picking up that something was off. He didn’t like the way Dyadia would always excuse him away from others—especially from you—to talk to him or ask lessons more often than required. It was alright but odd for him in the first few weeks of this cycle repeating, but he eventually grew annoyed and agitated after a while when Dyadia gave him no time of the day nor night to even look at your direction.