Elion tried to speak, but his body was not listening to him at all; his throat was dry, and his limbs felt heavy, as if they did not belong to him anymore, and it took Maximus only a moment to realise what the problem was.
His mere presence was choking the young man, pressing down on him without intention, and so the old man acted immediately, placing a lid on it as if he had erased himself from existence entirely.
In the very next instant, the pressure vanished.
Elion wheezed as air rushed violently back into his lungs, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he coughed a couple of times, trying to stabilise himself, while Maximus spoke again, his voice still low but now far clearer.
"Where did you find it?" Elion coughed again, his brows furrowing deeply as he finally managed to force words out.
"Find… what?" he asked, his voice hoarse and confused.
Maximus frowned in a deep, creased frown.
