Three minutes of slow flight brought the fatty lumbering towards the platform. He stuffed his flying carpet back into its storage pouch and rushed towards the altar with his bouncing belly. Everyone was already gathered in front of the altar, frantically trying to close the portal... Well, actually, only Ben was working. The rest stood behind him, making his work difficult with their useless suggestions.
"Ben, be quick! We can't waste any more energy!"
"Yeah, if you can't close it manually, why not try overloading it?"
"Are you an idiot? If this thing overloads and explodes, forget about punishment from the master! We'll be ash right now. Do you have any idea how much power this little thing is carrying?"
