After successfully hurling Morpheus into the well, Arabella slammed the lid shut with a force that echoed across the training grounds. She didn't spare him a final glance. Loking behind at Morpheus again was a waste of time after all.
Without waiting for anyone to recover from the shock, she turned on her boots and stormed away, her steps trembling the cracked earth beneath her.
Behind her, all the sorcerers forming the half circle stood frozen, scattered around the field like startled statues. They weren't merely stunned, they were petrified on their spot, unable to move and act on their own as they didn't know what to do in such situation.
None of them had ever imagined witnessing someone dragging their master by the hair and tossing him into a well like a misbehaving child. They exchanged looks of disbelief, fear, and confusion, unsure of what they were supposed to do. After all, it was Morpheus, THAT Lord Morpheus, who was now locked underground.
