Paskha held his left chest with one hand. He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster—he could even hear his own pulse in his ear. Paskha began to feel cold sweat all over his body as if something scorching was radiating from his body.
He couldn't understand why this house essence was still attacking him. Moreover, not only was his mentality being attacked, but his brain was also subjected to the same pressure. It felt like a doctor operating on his head without giving him any anesthetic.
While Paskha was trying to endure the pain he was suffering from, something cool flowed from the top of his head and dispelled the heat that was attacking him. Slowly, Paskha began to breathe freely and opened his eyes.
He saw Sir Clove put his right hand on his head, and that explained the chill that saved him.
"How do you feel now?"
"Much better," answered Paskha honestly with a relieved smile.
