My lungs are closing in on me, caving deep within my chest to the point that it’s a struggle to breathe. Shit, it’s a struggle to fucking stand. It’s like the first time I slipped through a portal, only ten times worse. I fling my arm out, using a simple summoning spell to call the couch to me, and with only seconds to spare, I collapse onto it, my fingers digging into the material. Rolling onto my back, I strain against the never-ending tug threatening to tear my tendons in two.

