Without further hesitation, Medas's memory sparked with a long-forgotten spell. He raised his hand and muttered ancient incantations rapidly under his breath. Blue energy crackled around him, swirling upward until it encased the angel statue in a shimmering crystalline barrier. The statue stood frozen within the gem-like enclosure, its eerie face obscured by the radiant blue hue.
Levan's eyes widened in astonishment. "What is that?"
"A containment spell I learned in my younger days," Medas replied, panting from the exertion.
Levan's expression darkened. "You had a spell like that and didn't use it when we were fighting?"
Medas shot him a glance. "This spell is only for trapping momentarily. It uses a massive amount of my energy. If I'd used it on you earlier, I wouldn't have had the strength to fight at my greatest potential."
