Groaning lightly the werewolf felt himself coming around. How long had he been out? Tough to say. The liud rining in his ears really wasn't helping him think straight.

R--Mu-


The red liquid coming from his nose and mouth wasn't heloing things either. His sense of smell was all messed up. Blood was the main scent followed by dirt and dung. The smell of cattle was practically gone but still present. It didn't help get rid of the taste of copper in his mouth though and even when he spit the taste was still making his tounge burn.

RAYMUS!


It was only now that the rining had subsided that he realized that someone was shouting his name. Or well someones. Picking himself up from the pile of rubble he was threw through the werewolf could see that the bull had managed to throw him through quite a few walls. Raymus was rather impressed with himself that he managed to survive such a hit and even more so that his cognitive functions allowed him to process this despite his raging concussion!

If anything, the dizzy woozy feeling that went through his body made the sights around him that much clearer. You'd be amazed about what the brain will fixate on to distract itself from the pain. In this case Raymus was trying to avoid the sensation of being sick and throwing up all over the cavern floors.

But he wasn't looking at the floors to begin with. No Raymus was looking upwards, transfixed with the little red strings of mana floating through the air. Like spools of red wool being raffled up the strings of red mana now started to glow a bright red. Much like the Minotaur who attacked Raymus the power within them was almost exuding out it's red flame.

The group would probably only notice ot after they were on the move to their team mate. After the last Minotaur was reduced to a puddle on the floor, it seemed like that was the final trigger for these events to unfold.

The red strings of mana would flow into the room where Raymus currently resided. The strings seemed to be as thin as the air itself, only becoming visible now due to the amount of mana swelling within them. In actuality these strings were simply whisps of mana, being absorbed from the fallen minotaur but with an unsettling grace about then. Whatever was doing this seemed to have some control over the monsters in the dungeon as it was likely the reason the last standing Minotaur's magic began to ocerflow from it's body. The beast in question? Well it stood right behind Raymus in the center of the large circular room, shackled to the ground, all of the spools of red mana flowing towards it's mouth as it began to jerk awake.

It was likely that the Minotaur who slammed Ray into the next room had planned this. Sensing it's three other fallen comrades it knew it stood no chance in beating the group of mages so instead it sacrificed itself to fuel the power of the final threat.

[b]The original Minotaur; Asterius.[/b]


Once the other three came into the room Asterius would just have absorbed the last of the mana from it's descendants. It unlike the ither 4 the Blue Pegasus had faced was covered in a black hyde, chains covering it's body instead of a well structured armor and instead of an axe it's weapons were the brutal strength it could muster. With every muscle in it's body tensing and flexing the cians Restraining it shattered one after the other. As it did raging black mana flowed from it's bkdy and coated the walls and exits of the room, trapping those inside.

"I... heh should thank you. Not... hah not many humans... Could kill so eaaily... let alone... gah- let alone monsters such as that." Speaking thriugh oants and groans the Original Minotaur tried to remove the shackles at his wrists but found that they just would not come undone, despite looking like the most fragile piece of his whole attire. [color=#990000] "My name is Asterius, the Progenitor Minotaur. And you shall remain lost in this Labyrinth forever!" The red veins of mana in the air dissipated as he roared his taunt, the colour now transfering to each individual's gem on their bracelet, the red string of mana now interconnecting each gem on each individual's bracelet. Although the string was still very thin. And besides it'd be hard to focus on with the chained beast standing before them.

Seeing that he was unable to do away with his chains he elected to use them, first swiping his arms towards Daiko and Jan Ren, hoping to at least catch the two novice's off guard. The chains were just about the length of the room and as he swung overhead, the grazed the ceiling. As for Alisa and Raymus, well it was clear that one was far stronger than the rest while the other had taken a massive hit. Yes she was the clear threat out of the four others in the room. So much like how they were led into the room, Asterius would divide and conquer while also taking any chance the protective guildmaster used to try and defend her subordinates as an attack of his own. First and foremost with this attack, should the woman try and help, Asterius would use his own magic. With the shadows acting as a sort of camouflage a magic seal would Appear under Alsia, and then a large black chain would errupt from the ground. A fairly simple binding spell that packed quite a punch, even towards someone as strong as the sculptress. But how would she react was the variable keeping Asterius in a cocky sense of euphoria. All he needed to do was keepnthe seperation tactics going until one was dead.