Immediately Eliron stared up at the ceiling, the dozens of lights atop them began to spin, slowly.
The room followed the rhythm, the walls creaking and the floor trembling as things began to move.
Marcus was trying to escape.
'Like I'll let you slip away again!'
Since Marcus had burned out most of his mana on creating the room, it was going to take longer for him to once again rearrange the space.
Time that no one was going to give him.
Eliron raced towards the nearest statue. Unlike before, now, all that remained of it was a pile of rocks that piled up to a reasonable height.
He sprinted atop this pile, then he catapulted himself to the nearby wall, his feet digging into it as he raced straight horizontally.
When he had gotten high enough, Eliron used his hands into the stone, getting a good grip of it.
Then using both his arms and legs, he forcefully leaped right at the ceiling, unsheathing his sword as he approached it.
