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[b][color=#778da9]"No, I dont think I will. I'm not that much of a fool."[/color][/b] Asevor replied flatly to the elf. He was under no illusion that these people will not tear him limb from limb the very moment they got the chance to. To think that he, a mighty archmage, was reduced to the pathetic state of negotiating with imbeciles and halfwits... [b][color=#778da9]"As for you, rotten thrall, bring your master here or pipe down. I've no time to spare for foul abomination such as you."[/color][/b]

Above, Solomon managed to slither into the prison box without much interference, though it seemed that his passing had progressed the red lines by a bit. There he could see more clearly the enchantment woven throughout in the rarer moment when the rainwater managed to slip past the block and trickle in, a veritable tapestry of runes skillfully woven into one another that it's difficult to tell where one began and where another end. Illusion and concealment intertwined with the spreading red lines of the last resort, with only the supposed door having different pattern to it. For one, the kill switch was strongly concentrated there. Additionally, a section was notably missing. If the missing part could be completed, there should be some change to it. Likely disabling the kill switch and opening the door, for surely the occupant still have daily needs that must be met?

Now the big question was, what would the pattern look like? Did Asevor store it specifically by memorization, or did he had it written down somewhere?

[b][color=#d896ff]"...whoa. You're not with the kidnappers, are you? Did my father sent you? I've never seen you before."[/color][/b] Somehow the prince seemed more excited than distressed at the moment. Perhaps he believed that rescue was imminent? [b][color=#d896ff]"Is lady Antigone here? Is she dealing with the enemy wizard?"[/color][/b]