Ezekiel, having discovered the new path and mastered the original spell his teacher had taught him, climbed up swiftly with renewed confidence. His repeated use of the spell had emboldened him, and he felt invincible in the face of any challenge that lay ahead.
However, the journey was still long and arduous, and Ezekiel couldn't shake off the anxiety gnawing at him.
His mind was buzzing with theories and plans, yet his sole focus remained on ensuring the safety of his beloved brother. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, a never-ending cycle of torment and restlessness.
Amidst his tumultuous thoughts, Ezekiel began to feel a strange sensation of alternating warmth and chill.
The sudden shift in temperature was unsettling, causing him to pause and take note of his surroundings. Despite the unease, he remained steadfast in his resolve to continue onwards, unafraid of any obstacles that might come his way.
' What is this shit, is my body okay ? I think that my body lost its balance after all' He thought as he kept climbing to the top .
Midway through his ascent, Ezekiel felt a sudden jolt as his head collided with an obstacle. Stunned, he came to a halt and swiftly activated his light spell to assess the situation.
To his surprise, he discovered that he had hit a solid rock structure - one that couldn't possibly be a roof.
Frustration and disappointment coursed through Ezekiel as he considered his predicament.
However, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a wild idea took hold of him. As he examined the rock above him more closely, he realized that he was in fact trapped within a well - not a prison cell as he had previously believed.
Despite the gravity of his situation, Ezekiel's mind raced with possibilities. This new revelation opened up a glimmer of hope, and he resolved to use his ingenuity and resourcefulness to escape from the well and continue his quest for freedom.
" The design is similar to a well, which means that I am no longer in the city, there is no place there that has a well in it unless it is around the city or in the countryside closer to where I live "
Ezekiel's mind raced as he desperately searched for a way to break through the solid rock that confined him.
He knew that he needed to use his energy in a smart and strategic way to free himself from this precarious situation. With renewed determination, he intensified his efforts to destroy the rock and escape the well.
As he focused his concentration on the task at hand, a sudden thought crossed his mind. He remembered a scientific experiment that he had once seen in a video on the internet, and it gave him an idea.
With his memories of the experiment flooding back to him, Ezekiel channeled his energy into the palm of his hand, using it as a tool to break through the rock with precision and efficiency.
'Using so much pressure at the center of the rock could break it into small pieces, I know that this is possible but could I reach that amount of pressure ? '
Ezekiel refused to give up hope, and instead remained optimistic about his abilities. He focused intently on his task, utilizing the same spell he had mastered in one hand, while extending his other hand towards the center of the rock.
With his palm facing the rock's surface, he poured all of his energy into it, carefully calculating the precise amount needed to break through.
Undeterred by the strain on his mind and body, Ezekiel deftly maintained both spells, keeping them functioning despite the immense pressure.
As he applied more and more force to the rock, he initially felt a faint vibration beneath his palm, causing a momentary sense of doubt. However, he persisted with unwavering determination, and gradually began to feel the solid surface giving way under the weight of his power.
After several intense minutes of sustained effort, Ezekiel's spellcasting paid off. The rock, which had once appeared impenetrable, was now visibly weakened, thanks to the incredible force of his spell.
With renewed confidence, Ezekiel knew that he was closer than ever to achieving his freedom, and he vowed to continue pressing forward, no matter what obstacles lay ahead.
Despite his eagerness to break free from the well, Ezekiel knew that rushing could be dangerous, as he risked falling into the fiery abyss below.
Thus, he exercised patience and waited as the rock crumbled into millions of pieces, which rained down upon him.
Reacting quickly, Ezekiel placed his arm over his head to shield himself from the debris and closed his eyes, bracing for impact. When he opened his eyes again, he was momentarily blinded by the bright light that shone above him.
However, he didn't let this distract him from his goal of escaping the well.
As he continued to climb towards the light, Ezekiel felt an intense cold that seemed to have been held at bay by the rock's protection.
Despite the discomfort, he pushed on, eventually reaching the edge of the well, confirming his earlier suspicion.
But as he emerged from the well, Ezekiel found himself disoriented and unsure of his location. He began to wonder if he was still in the same country he had been in before, his sense of direction and geographical knowledge failing him in this unfamiliar terrain.
Despite the uncertainty, he knew that he had to keep moving forward, driven by the hope of finding his missing brother and unraveling the mystery of his disappearance.
Ezekiel was taken aback by the sight that greeted him as he emerged from the well. The landscape was blanketed in white, as far as his eyes could see.
Despite the recent cold weather, it was not even close to the season for snowfall. Yet, there he was, standing in the midst of it all, shirtless and sweating profusely.
As he looked around, Ezekiel realized that it wasn't just snow on the ground and surfaces, it was still actively snowing. The flakes fell softly from the sky, dancing and twirling in the frigid air.
The contrast between the white snow and his own warm body made him feel even more out of place in this strange environment.
Ezekiel's mind raced with questions as he tried to make sense of this new and unfamiliar situation.
How did he end up here, and where exactly was he? With no clear answers in sight, he knew he had to keep moving and gather more information. Clad only in his pants, he braced himself against the biting cold and set out to explore this mysterious snowy landscape.
"This place keeps surprising me " .
The fire exploded then, it reached even outside the well which got him out of that surprised state at least .
" Where are you, bastard ? Where is Nathan ? " He started shouting .
When he was climbing the well he thought that he was going to at least reach a place where his little brother was held captive in it, but when he found himself standing there feeling a lot of cold alone he just couldn't take it .
He looked around for a bit then he started moving towards a house that appeared from afar .
He saw dark smoke getting out of the chimney so he just assumed that it was inhabited .
Ezekiel started moving very fast even though he was very tired of climbing the well.
It was far from the well but he managed to get there very fast and right when he stood in front of the door looking suspiciously he felt someone getting close to the door .
He didn't even knock on the door when he just saw the door open to him.
He was very prepared at this point, he knew that after all of these events, this house might be just a place like that .