The bottle shatters, Dente's celestial form emerging from the foul prison while yelling out his own name enthusiastically before curtly cutting himself off. That was strange. The strangeness aside, Dente had processed most of what had been said about an escape plan. While he was not wholly well-versed in spirit magic, since he was a master of light, he did have some small proficiency over levitation magic used for lifting objects. Thinking quickly, his form flies under the platform and holds it up. It was...quite heavy, to say the least. The question was where to place the platform in order to get his allies to safer ground.