But then, the legs of Lilith wobbled, as if they had lost the strength to carry her weight, and she struggled to remain upright.
It was as if her fear had manifested itself in her limbs, sapping her of the stability she so desperately needed.
Dracula sneered, not buying the act of Lilith. He believed that Lilith was acting, using the pretence as a way to escape his wrath.
'If only I could read her thoughts!' He seethed to himself.
If he could read the mind of Lilith, then he would become aware of the type of trick that Lilith was trying to pull.
Nevertheless, Lilith stretched out her hands towards the air, attempting to grasp anything to prevent her from falling.
Despite her best efforts, she was unable to grasp anything. The floor appeared to be about to engulf her completely, and the room was whirling around her.
Inhaling!
Lilith took in a deep breath but as she tried to exhale, she felt her lungs block from air.
