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Mencheres kept staring at him with those hypnotic eyes "I ahts danced in his vision, and he could barely breathe This is it, Blake realized I&039;itated

Don&039;t worry, Blake wanted to tell her, but didn&039;t have enough air for the words I&039; you&039;ve done It&039;s not a bad way to go, actually, looking at your beautiful face

"What is your na A darkness, unable to breathe, Blake wondered how the guy expected him to answer

"What is your name?" the question was repeated, with more emphasis Mencheres&039;s face filled Blake&039;s vision, those ghastly glowing eyes boring into his Get away, Blake thought Let ain

She&039;s the only one in this rooives a shit about me

"What is your name? " With a harder squeeze Everyone but Mencheres faded out of Blake&039;s sight

Blake&039;s lungs were burning, his chest jerking in a vain attempt to coax air into it

"Xaphan," soly, the voice was clear to Blake Should he be able to hear things while he was dying?

"Xaphan," Mencheres repeated More power sla in his vision but black, and he couldn&039;t feel the pain in his lungs anyh echoed across Blake&039;s h to forcesince he&039;d breathed, Blake didn&039;t knoas still even alive to register the viselike grip

"Leave hi the demon was about to take over Blake wanted to scream, but he couldn&039;t move, couldn&039;t see, couldn&039;t talk What if this was hell? Was he already dead and paying for all the things he&039;d done?

A string of words in a language Blake had never heard so was, it was in a ferowled That&039;s how it sounded, anyway, and soainst Blake that he prayed for mercy Please, no Too much Stop Stop!

"Come out of him!" It was a roar that Blake felt in his bones Then he was falling, blinding lights streaking by For a few incredible seconds, Blake felt free of everything Even sound faded into silence, leaving blissful, peaceful, welco ca pressed on his chest, and his lungs felt like he&039;d inhaled fire This time, when he opened his eyes, he saw Elise&039;s face over his Her mouth cahed, tilting his head because all of a sudden, he needed to gulp in breaths Her hands - pale, cool, soft - touched his forehead

"Are you all right?"

Blake couldn&039;t reply, too occupied with gulping oxygen to try to for around his shoulders

"I can&039;t save him," Mencheres stated flatly "The de"