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[b][color=#d896ff]"Hello? Is anyone out there?"[/color][/b]

The conversation must've been at least audible to the inside of the box, for the prince had noticed the change in the status quo. In some places he would've still be considered a boy, but it seemed that the little prince was more mature than he looked - whether by default, or changed by the kidnapping. [b][color=#d896ff]"Get me out of here already! This place's flooding!"[/color][/b] Not to mention the slowly spreading red lines that flashed ominously with every drop of water. [b][color=#d896ff]"Or cover that hole, at least!"[/color][/b]

Asevor had noticed Jazdia's descent, even before she showed up in the chamber. With the vines dead, the magic-detector once again could pick up various signatures... such as multiple arrowheads primed to explode or worse. Then the elf arrived, aged eyes widening at the sight of the bow. Someone had shot him earlier, through his invisibility [i]and [/i]an ongoing hailstorm. He wasn't certain who, but he's not about to risk it. Cradling a ring as if it's a lifeline, sure enough that the elf snapped her aim to try surprise him with a two-pronged attack.

He cried in pain from frost-burn stabbing on his back, but only for a split second. A neutralizing pulse emitted from the ring, the artifact crumbling upon its last use. The arrows whizzed, dangerously close, the redirection amulet damaged from earlier overuse. Asevor traced and shifted, breathing in relief as the last addition made the tesseract complete.

It melted onto his finger, spreading quickly across his body in the form of a translucent crystalline growth that covered him head to toe. Without any other deadweight to cover, it'll last quite some time even against concentrated barrage. It's just... his mana pool was emptying. If he were to leave through the hail, he could not afford any other spell. So...

[b][color=#778da9]"Okay, you've got me. Parley."[/color][/b] Stated the archmage, standing as straight as he could as he leaned on his cane.