Ophelia's complexion went pale as her throat started to tighten, making it difficult for her to breathe. She clutched her chest, feeling a wave of panic wash over her. Her eyes go wide with fear as she gasps for air, desperately trying to calm herself down.
She could feel her heart racing, pounding against her ribcage, as her surroundings started to spin around her.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, threatening to give out beneath her.
She desperately reached out for support, grasping onto the nearest knight to steady herself. The area seemed to close in on her, amplifying her sense of helplessness.
Zaden saw his mistress' distress and rushed to support her, wrapping his strong arms around her trembling body.
He whispered soothing words into her ear, reminding her to take slow, deep breaths.
"Breathe in and breathe out. Slowly, Ophelia," he murmured, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos.
