The break of dawn was soothing. The loud silence buzzing in his ears was irritating, none the less. The sun was lazily oozing its deep red rays of light through the frontier of nothingness. Quite mesmerizing the scenery was, at least for Remirg Kryptos, who just seemed to stumble outside, seeing the last remnants of nightly creatures vanish into thin air.
To his sheer astonishment, both the ornamental pots were still rigidly floating at their respective positions. Not even the slightest quiver announced the end to the magic. Apparently, Remirg had underestimated his prana capacity, or such a magic was really easy to perform in the real world.
Raising his eyebrows in appreciation, anticipation shook him whether the pots would survive another hour in the air or not. Quite comical it was, to goggle at nothing but floating amassment of sherds.