''W-What....'' Irene almost screamed at the sight of Iona lifting Elyan up by the neck. This sight deeply contrasted the petite figure of the young lady holding up a grown man by the neck.
At the moment, she suddenly remembered rumors of children of the Langston family having more strength and taller figures than normal people.
''Io... urgh...!'' Irene's own throat suddenly seized, constricted by an invisible force. It was as if a thick rope had looped itself around her neck, pulling tighter with every heartbeat.
Panic surged through her chest. She gasped for air, her legs staggering as her hands shot up, fingers desperately trying to remove the invisible noose. Her trembling right hand reached toward Iona, seeking mercy, pleading silently. The other scratched furiously at her throat, drawing faint lines of red as her nails dug deep into her own skin.
