It has been six hours, and Ned couldn't find a way out. The walls were adorned with cracks from the blast, to just lines like a scar of a veteran warrior.
Ned tried to climb the tunnel that brought them to the lake. But to no avail, the tunnel was completely shut with rocks the size of Ned's head.
Shattered crystals of different colors: yellow, green, violet, and blue, and texture: smooth, rough, sleek, and glossy scattered on the ground from Ned's relentless use of fireballs.
Still, the walls were intact. No matter how Ned tried. He had used Egnious. The blast was massive that it bore a hole like a blast from a massive fireball. Yet, the wall remained.
Ned was at his limit. Even with the lake mana available anytime he needed, his body couldn't keep up. Soon, his mind would fare the same. His breathing was heavy, his hands were hanging on both his sides. He had conjured many fireballs, so much he couldn't lift a finger anymore.
