He was about to dash away from whatever that thing was when he gasped loudly. Someone’s hand was choking him. Instinctively, he grabbed the hand and did his best to pull it away from his neck, but he was unable to do that. Whoever that person was, he or she was physically stronger than Dion. The grip tightened around Dion’s neck, and he coughed as he struggled and thrashed around helplessly. His lungs burned. At least that was how he felt. He desperately needed more air, but he couldn’t get much of it.
His situation grew even more dire when he was lifted off the ground. His dizziness was even more intense now. In addition, his vision blurred much further. He was going to die. He was sure of it, and he was afraid. Not for himself. Death was a natural path in the cycle of life. He was worri
