Fingers were snapped.
The complete darkness was turned into an enlightened environment. Josiah’s eyes went out of focus for a second. He could now catch the barren walls and the surroundings with his eyes. The light source was unclear, but it illuminated everything with a weak, yellow light.
Over the ground, there were a lot of unknown objects scattered over. Dolls, metal tools, jewelry, curtains… The purpose of everything was mysterious. And to his left, Josiah could catch the silhouette of the owner of the voice of who directed to them a while ago: a short man on a dark blue robe, covering his head with a hood. The man didn’t look very physically strong. He seemed weaker than the people he was used to sparring with inside the army. Josiah couldn’t see his face because the light source seemed to come straight from behind him, rendering his face pitch black.
“You…”
“Witness the power of magic!”