Moli's memory still lingers on the journey into the Death Rift with Miss Phoenix to rescue Mr. Fischer.
She doesn't remember when she lost consciousness, only that now her body feels light, as if she has just woken up, weak and soft like cotton, unable to muster any strength.
"Ha... Ha..."
The pressure on her chest made Moli gasp for breath, but it took several breaths for her to realize that she seemed to be in a scarlet mist.
"Ugh!"
She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her nose and mouth, fearing the scarlet mist might be toxic, but holding her breath silly only made her chubby little face grow flushed, serving no other purpose.
Though her rank hasn't reached mythical, she shouldn't be unable to hold her breath. Am I... am I really this weak?
"Hee-hoo, hee-hoo" Moli thought about these things while holding her breath until she nearly suffocated; feeling increasingly frustrated, she soon coughed like an ordinary little human girl, breathing heavily the air around her.
