Three minutes!
A very long three minutes!
An excruciating three minutes!
To Field Marshal Awesomo, that was the most painful three minutes of his life.
That was the first time he had a true understanding how important air was to life. It was also the first time he realized how excruciating it was to not be able to breathe.
But, apparently, all of that was too late. Even though he used all his strength, it was insufficient to break the spatial barrier. The silver-haired demoness's magic was redoubtable and she seemed to have undying will. All of that made him feel a deep sense of despair.
Slowly, his consciousness began to fade away. He knew that the moment he fainted, it would be the end of him. His long life that had spanned ten thousand years would finally come to a close.
He had lived for too long and had long forgotten death. But at that moment, he finally recalled of the horror of being at the mercy of Death.
