Immediately I realized what this monster wanted to do, he wanted to choke me to death, which is why his mana had infected my body, stopping my natural regeneration, I could tell this much, the signs were clear, my inability to breathe and my no longer existing regeneration were strong giveaways. In terror I desperately tried to break free from his hold punching his arms and face with all my might, but nothing seemed to faze him, in fact he was enjoying my slow suffering, and as my divine form gradually weakened, turning me back into a human sized god, I didn't stop, I continued to fight for my life as tears streamed down my face in pure agony and during my last few seconds of consciousness and struggle, all I saw was his eyes glowing dark in delight, and something akin to the void welcoming me in them, after that… I heard a snap, followed by the sweet embrace of death, why was I even fighting to begin with? At least in death, I'm safe from him.
Percy Jackson: The God of Magic
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