Luther had his hands on his knees as he bent over, huffing and wheezing. Claude was flat on the ground covered in sweat, panting so hard his chest rose by inches with every inhale. He looked at the walls, which were still looking brand new. Not even a burn mark was left after an entire night of spewing plasma at it. The magic dispersal system disperses the Imperium throughout the entire building. He couldn't break the barrier with physical attacks, especially not from inside the training room.
"Ahh," Omi sat back and sighed while rubbing his belly. This entire time, he was eating and drinking his fill. Not bothering about Luther or the fact that he was imprisoned. He rose from his seat and sat on the floor with a fist-size crystal in his hand. He closed his eyes then activated his breathing technique. The crystal began breaking down into particles and entered his body through his nose with each breath.
