C Slaves to Magic (Closed)

[Tristeza]

Under the hood, Minos looked at the rebel, looking him in the eyes as the man shot him an intense glare. Another handful, this one more outspoken. He could live with that. "He could come from the depths of the ocean for all I care. I'm saying I'm taking him right now, I'm paying, and I give no fucks if he's killed someone or kissed the emperor's ass." The strange flame was snuffed inside Minos's fist, turning into a rounded crystal the size of his palm, brimming with magical energy. "Here." The crystal floated straight into the closest mage's pocket, enveloped in soft blue light. The same light that had appeared when Trystan's collar was marked and now etched itself also into the new slave's collar. It also forced the other two mages apart and formed a bubble around Minos's new acquisition, lifting him off the ground just like the crystal before, and just as effortlessly. "Gentlemen." The blessed bid his farewell to the mages with a small bow of his head and with that, and no further warning, Minos, Trystan and the rebel found themselves in an entirely different place.

First of all, there was light everywhere, as they found themselves outside and the sun shone brilliantly in the sky. Second, they stood on a round granite platform that served as their landing pad, surrounded by clouds on all sides except for a short bridge that extended into, third, a large granite mansion etched with the same blue magic energy, also nestled within the clouds. "Welcome to your new home. Mind your step." Minos announced, pointing to the clouds. "Those aren't solid."