[The chaos of an angry creature, its energy threatening to spill from the confines of the bottle, is enough to throw lesser men off-kilter. But Stephen is nothing but stubborn, nothing but focused when he needs to be. Throughout the commotion, he remains focused on the containment spell β and it seems as though this woman has read his mind, and when the owl-shaped cork plugs the bottle, Stephen flings one final spell its way.
A seal, a lock, the same sort he applied to the Eye of Agamotto when he was forced to protect the Time Stone. Though this time, the spell will act as a jailor, the bottle itself the jail, and with one exerting effort, a ring of light tightens around the neck and cork of the bottle.
It tightens. Clamps. Disappears.
All grows quiet, and the bottle⦠falls to the ground, with no magic to keep it afloat, no angry energy to levitate it, and Stephen curses beneath his breath.
His cloak flies out, catching it in a swath of red cloth before it can hit the ground.]
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A seal, a lock, the same sort he applied to the Eye of Agamotto when he was forced to protect the Time Stone. Though this time, the spell will act as a jailor, the bottle itself the jail, and with one exerting effort, a ring of light tightens around the neck and cork of the bottle.
It tightens. Clamps. Disappears.
All grows quiet, and the bottle⦠falls to the ground, with no magic to keep it afloat, no angry energy to levitate it, and Stephen curses beneath his breath.
His cloak flies out, catching it in a swath of red cloth before it can hit the ground.]