I reached down, grabbed the kid, and pulled him up into my arms. The boy didn't resist, his body limp and unresponsive as I lifted him effortlessly. His small frame was frail, lighter than I had expected, a testament to the harsh conditions he had endured.
Without wasting any time, I reached into my spatial storage and retrieved a small mask.
I placed it over the kid's face, the mask fitting snugly, immediately dampening any trace of his breathing or body functions.
"Hold on," I muttered, more to myself than to him, as I felt the shift in the air around us.
My eyes scanned the area, flicking over every corner of the chamber. The walls groaned under the weight of the structure's impending collapse, but before anything else could go wrong, I used telekinesis to retrieve the artifact that had been serving as an isolator. The subtle hum of magic flickered as I pulled it free, letting the isolator deactivate as I kept my attention focused on the exit.
