As soon as George snapped, the golden barrier that was around them immediately disappeared. However, since they were in a box-shaped barrier, the barrier disappearing meant that their foothold disappeared as well.
And below them was a burning hell as the fire had propagated everywhere, the floor itself collapsing long ago.
George had seen that a while ago and was waiting for the perfect moment to drop Stanley into the fire. He doubted the young man could continue fighting after being burned in the flames.
He snapped once again, with his right hand, as a small barrier appeared below him, one that kept him hovering in the air, while Stanley was dropping to the fire.
Or so George thought. To his surprise, Stanley was high in the air, his sword gleaming in the dark light.
