Instantly, the pedestal came alive, runes lighting up in a violent spiral. Wind rushed out in a vortex, sucking everything toward the center. Mark barely had time to grit his teeth before an invisible force wrapped around him like a hand and yanked him forward.
His body was torn from the hall in a flash of white, and he vanished.
The room went quiet again.
Lan Yujin stared at the empty space where Mark had stood and released a long breath through his nose. His eyes glinted with something dark as he murmured. "I truly hope you fail this test. Best if you die inside that place. It will save me a lot of trouble."
He shook his head.
"But… knowing what you are capable of… I have little hope for that."
He turned his gaze toward the adamantine statue of the founder, its black metal absorbing the cold light of the hall.
"If you could defeat me, then defeating that thing inside will be nothing difficult for you…" He muttered bitterly.
