He really is a high demon…

Eva shivered, weakly trying to pry Liam's hand off her neck.

But no matter how hard she tried, her strength wasn't even enough to budge him.

Her mana had already been sapped away by Liam, leaving her body feeling sluggish and powerless. Yet, even if she had been at her full strength, she doubted it would have made much difference.

Liam's grip was firm—not too tight, not too loose—but just enough to make her realize how powerless she was in his grasp.

Her breathing was shaky, but she wasn't choking.

She could still inhale, still exhale, but the weight of his hand on her neck was a constant reminder of how easily he could snap it if he wanted to.

And that thought terrified her.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, her entire body screaming at her to do something—to fight back, to break free, to run. But she couldn't.

Her limbs felt heavy, as if she were submerged in water, her strength slipping away with every second that passed.