The blacksmith, startled by the commotion, exclaimed, "Goodness! What is all this fuss about?"
Enzo, in a frantic tone, explained, "We have found the Congenial Wood, but on our way back, Kosor triggered a trap and became ensnared in a Magic Circle! No matter what I do, I cannot break it. You must think of something!"
The old blacksmith furrowed his brow and inquired, "What sort of Magic Circle is it? Please describe it to me in detail."
Enzo hurriedly elaborated, "As soon as that Magic Circle appeared, it emitted a powerful suction and a blinding radiance. My elemental energy attacks were utterly futile, as though I were striking against an iron wall. Kosor was drawn inside, completely immobilized."
The blacksmith listened thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "From your description, it seems that the Magic Circle is fortified by formidable restrictions. To dismantle it, we will need something capable of countering its magical properties."