Lyerin stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the slumbering Minotaur.
A subtle shift rippled through the beast's massive body, a stir that signaled its impending wake.
The earth beneath it trembled as the creature's chest heaved, and its muscles tensed, preparing to rise once again.
Lyerin's lips twisted into a knowing smile.
He had expected this.
Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket and produced another small pouch, this one filled with a vibrant green powder.
With a swift flick of his wrist, he threw the powder toward the Minotaur's face.
Pooosh!
The beast inhaled, and almost immediately, the green smoke enveloped it.
Its eyes fluttered shut, and the immense body slackened as it drifted back into the deep clutches of sleep.
Lyerin knew that such tricks wouldn't work forever.