As Eva held Xylon in her arms, she felt the subtle shift in his breathing, a slight hitch that signaled his struggle for air.
With a pang of worry, she loosened her embrace, allowing him space to breathe more freely.
But as moments passed, the suffocating sensation seemed to intensify, engulfing him in a tormenting embrace that refused to relent.
The air around them grew heavy, thick with the weight of Xylon's labored breaths.
Each inhalation was a battle, a desperate attempt to fill his lungs with the life-giving oxygen they so desperately craved.
Yet, despite Eva's efforts to ease his suffering, it was as if the very air itself conspired against him, refusing to yield to his body's demands.
Eva's heart clenched with each ragged gasp that escaped Xylon's lips.
She watched helplessly as beads of sweat formed on his brow, a testament to the feverish struggle raging within him.
