Irritation gnawed at Jodi as she continued to examine the activated circle the cultist leaders had crafted to trap the strongest members of the mission inside the basement. Rage still simmered within her at realizing the ward prevented anyone who entered from leaving. Once she managed to destroy the circle, she was going to make the cultists regret ever even being a sperm in their father's ball sacks.
Gritting her teeth, she traced the runic outlines with her eyes. As a ritual magic expert, all she needed to do was identify the specific circle used in order to break it. The intricate patterns swirled before her, a maddening puzzle she was determined to solve.
"Figured it out yet?" Stan asked languidly from where he lounged against the wall, seemingly unbothered by their predicament.
"Are you not worried about your disciple?" Jodi snapped back, trying not to break her concentration. "Your master would kill you if something happened to her."
