The moment Lyerin saw that everyone had retreated to a safe distance, he wasted no time.
The ground beneath him still trembled from the Minotaur's stirring, but Lyerin was calm, as if he had expected this.
With practiced precision, he reached into his pouch and pulled out another powder—a different mixture this time, one potent enough to sedate even the most resistant of creatures.
He threw it in the air with a flick of his wrist, and the cloud of shimmering dust cascaded down onto the Minotaur's face.
The beast inhaled the powder involuntarily, its body shaking as it fought against the effects. But after a few moments of struggle, its movements slowed, and once again, it collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash.
The earth shuddered beneath the weight of its body, and for a moment, everything was still.
But that stillness did not last.
A strange, eerie phenomenon began to unfold.