"Interesting. How long did it take you to create this?" Sage Maximus looked at the intricate, constantly shifting spell models that prevented him from moving from the spot where he stood.
He was inside a cube-like structure that on the inside, was large enough to contain him, but on the outside, was small and portable enough that it could be held on one hand.
There were seven people on the outside, five were dead, and the other two were nursing their wounds while staring at the small box on the floor with wariness and fear like it housed a terrible demon.
"Your voice can still even carry across," one of the two on the outside—the man, spoke. "You're truly an enigma, Maximus."
"I don't need you to tell me that. I know it already." Sage Maximus answered like he wasn't fazed by his present situation at all.
