"You silly little bitch!" Arianna's sculpture copy said with a smile on her face that made Arianna feel disgusted. This copy of Arianna was the visual representation of Liandrin in her mind.
The sculpture of Haman then said to its friend, "Look at the little twat, thinking he would survive this dungeon."
Oliver felt this growing anger as he watched the sculptured forms of mages who used to be his bullies still make fun of him.
"These are not real," Aiden said, stretching his hand out as the white light of his oblivion beam technique started forming.
Arianna then spoke, "Hold on, Aiden. I got this one."
"I'll deal with them too," Oliver said as well.
Both of them had then walked up in front of Aiden in preparation to face their fears, literally.
"Are you both sure?" Aiden asked as he glanced between them both. Somehow he understood why they both had to do this.
