The Magus flew as fast as he could, almost breaking the sound barrier, he was in a different corridor than the girls, and he was hoping to get far enough of the girls. He detected a several magics surges in front of him, and several traps and sigils were sprung, explosions, magical arrows, vacuum pits and almost a dozen other traps activated at the same time, filling the hallway with a barrage of attacks, Aestus speeded up and evaded in mid-air, a swift zig-zag, a sudden cut, a barrel rol, but even with his prowess in evading while flying soon he was caught by a Snaring spell, possibly created by a Wind Magus, that blowed his wings away, and caused him to fall to the ground. He barely withstood the fall, since he hitted his head hardly in the stone floor.
As he shaked his head and groaned in pain, he heared the sound of another trap, and rolled to the side, dodging by a cm the point of a spear coming out of the ground. He stood up, and checked his head, he had a small wound on his forehead, leaking his magical essence. He walked in staggering steps towards one of the side passages, trying to move from the traps way. He leaned into the wall, and heating his fingers, only a minor feat for a mage like him, he touched the wound and cauterized it, he screamed in pain, but the sound of falling rocks and arrows hitting the wall blocked the sound of his pain.
He sat down for a minute hoping that the girls wouldnt catch up with him. His vision was kind of blurry and the sound of the activated traps was deafening. The Magus was breathing heavily, mantaining top speed using his wings was something that consumed great part of his strenght. In his despair he felt soemthing calling for him, he turned his face around, and at the end of the passage a black light was shining, Aestus stood up, and started moving in weak steps towards the light, he leaned in the wall, and tried to move faster, afraid of not getting there before than the girls.