"Let me test it out first," he stepped forward. A small ball of fire appeared in his palm, its light casting flickering shadows on the cold stone walls.
He flicked his wrist, and the flame surged ahead. It streaked through the air for a moment before dimming and vanishing.
'They neutralize my spells?' he muttered, narrowing his eyes.
He tried again, this time conjuring a solid shard of ice. It shot forward and splintered into shards before falling downward. His brows furrowed as realization dawned.
The speed at which they fell was unnaturally fast, far quicker than their weight would suggest.
"It's not that the flame was ineffective," he glanced back at the group. "This place has some sort of gravity spell. It's pulling everything down."
"A trap that looks like an easy choice," Meria crossed arms. "Classic Eryx. They want us to believe both paths work, but only one really does."
