As the ghostly form of the Minotaur was sucked into the statue, its ethereal roar echoing through the air, Lyerin's eyes gleamed with the intensity of someone who was on the brink of a dangerous victory.
The Minotaur was now trapped, but it wasn't finished. Not yet.
"Time to seal that beast," Lyerin muttered to himself.
Without hesitation, he leapt from the ground and landed in front of the statue, his feet making a resounding thud on the cracked stone surface.
He reached into his magic ring and pulled out a series of intricate talismans, their surfaces glowing with a dull, menacing light.
He wasted no time in slapping them onto the statue, the air crackling as the talismans clung to the surface, their magic intertwining with the stone's ancient power.
The Minotaur inside the statue roared again, its spirit thrashing wildly as it struggled to free itself.
