Regnar tried to push open the door but it wouldn't open. He frowned then pushed harder then rammed his shoulder on the door. He wasn't as strong as Rexus who could just break everything. "F*ck!" Regnar swore, kicking the door in anger. He rarely swore, only whenever he was scared he would utter a cuss.
He then went to the second option and tried to teleport out of the room. He pictured the farm outside of the house, viewing it out of the window. He pictured the wooden walls downstairs with the small kitchen and dead fireplace. He had a good memory, this should get him out.
Meanwhile, Regnar began to notice the red lines crawling up the walls in ceiling. He backed away, looking around, confused, "what in Crimson's name is going on here?" He turned around when he felt someone tug his arm. He looked down and saw Anon gripping onto his arm as if it was the most precious thing right now. He was deadly pale, like he was going to faint any second. Rexus gritted his teeth, annoyed but he couldn't help but picture Anon as a cute little puppy.
Rexus turned back to the center of the room where the floating book was, "hey! What are you doing?!" He snapped, taking a step forward as much as Anon would let him. The little servant stayed where he was, shaking in fear.