James clawed desperately at his neck as he felt the air slowly leaving his lungs. Kirshinov stood casually in front of him, arm outstretched and fist closed as he telepathically held James three feet in the air, slowly sucking the life from him like he was Darth Vader. “P-please,” he managed to choke out as his vision began to blur.
And just when he was on the verge of losing consciousness, Kirshinov released his fist and James went crashing to the ground gasping for air. “f*****g magics,” he muttered under his breath while he slowly brought himself to his feet. Kirshinov just stared at him with no remorse.
“We need to find the girl. You said he was taking her to his room. Let’s get her there.”
“He’s expecting something. We can’t just break down the door, plus the spell will we
