"You held no credibility now. You're doing nothing but merely meddling with everyone's feelings. These people following you are just your disposables. Now, if you would give me what I desire, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll let you go." Fitzdurk said.
"No, Fitzdurk, if you let me go, I would suffer a similar end." Breson stood up and shouted, "Moreover, the things you wanted aren't with me now."
"Not in your hands?" Fitzdurk was furious. He stretched out his right hand, and an invisible force encircled around Breson's neck. With a slight upward motion, Breson was lifted off the ground.
Breson felt that his throat was being tightly restricted by a large, invisible hand. He struggled desperately and wanted to let out a cry. The only reaction to his struggle was the tightening of the grip.