The Weight of Choice
Unbothered by the lack of immediate use, he stored the powerful legs in a box under his bed with his two other materials.
Then, he opened Elena's book again, remembering something.
"We walked to a hidden corner of the cave, using a magic circle to teleport to an elegant building established on a circular platform in the mountain's belly."
"Bingo. We need to find the magic circle and pray it's still working. That's our way out." Adam said, crossing his arms and taping his index on his cheek pensively, a deep frown etching itself on his face.
Elena's grimoire offered a whole new option to resolve his situation. If he learned the grimoire's secrets, couldn't he create a body of flesh and blood from minerals for himself?
But to do that, he had to become an archmage first. Sadly, it wouldn't happen anytime soon. Then black lines appeared on his forehead as a detail he almost forgot caught his attention.