I knew I should have felt relieved, but I wasn't. It was kinda hard to celebrate when you're running out of air to breathe. Loud and banshee- like sucking noises came out of my throat as I struggled to keep my lungs from bursting. The robed woman took notice of my predicament. With a gentle flick of the wand in her hand, she uttered a single Latin phrase, "Respirare Iterum."
At once, I was drowned by the sudden surge of air. The black dots that were beginning to spot my vision slowly vanished as I gulped enormous amounts of oxygen back into my lungs. Relief finally flooded me, I fell on my back to the cemented ground. Little by little, my heartbeats slowed to normalcy. Blood was flowing again through my veins. However, I still felt weak from almost dying of asphyxiation. Still slumped on
