Reign let go of her hair, but before Elizabeth could react or take a breather, his hand grabbed her neck, squeezing it tightly. Her eyes widened in shock as his fingers dug into her skin, making it harder to breathe.
"One," he said coldly, his voice calm but terrifying at the same time.
Elizabeth clawed at his hand, struggling to loosen his grip, but it was like trying to move stone. His strength was overwhelming, and her air was quickly running out. The pressure was crushing her, panic rising in her chest.
She was powerful, but in front of him, she was like a child unable to put up a fight. What was worse was that her body continued to turn into stone.
Her advisors, still kneeling from the earlier burst of power, stared in horror.
None of them dared to move or speak. They knew stepping in would only make things worse.
His glowing eyes bore into hers, cold and empty. "Two."
Her vision began to blur, her body feeling weak.
