It was as if the orb that looked like a flame was isolated by an invisible barrier that didn't let her move ahead. If she were to approach, she would suffocate. The more she tried, the stronger the suffocating force was, and she felt like gagging. It was same nausea she would have felt if her mortal body was being thrown down from somewhere high and was falling into the abyss.
With a deep gasp, Ember opened her eyes. Her entire body was trembling and covered in a cold sweat. The sensation that she was being suffocated did not go away and she felt weak, as if her legs would give up anytime.
"Miss? Miss?" the red-haired woman asked. "Healer! I need an elixir! Hurry! Miss? Can you hear me?"
Ember was about to collapse on the ground but the Fire Fae held her firmly. Soon, the servants that Draven assigned to keep watch approached to check on Ember's condition. They let her sit on one of the chairs near the entrance of the training grounds.
