Soren's grip on Yongiri's neck got tighter and tighter over time, making it feel like an iron chain around Yongiri's neck.
As the pressure got worse, Yongiri's battles got more and more frantic, and his body started to shake as he tried desperately to break free.
He jerked his arms and legs around, grasping at the ground in a useless attempt to get a better position or inflict harm on his son.
Despite his valiant efforts, every strike and pinch delivered by Yongiri fell short, unable to breach Soren's unwavering grip.
The world around him blurred as Yongiri's vision dimmed, the encroaching darkness casting an ominous veil over his senses.
With the strength draining from his body, he found himself succumbing to the suffocating hold that seemed to sap the very life from his veins.
"Y..ou.. win.. Ki..lll me."
