Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
But right now, for Zane, the walls were walls.
They blocked the sun as shadow casted over the Wardens and Zane.
But no one cared about the shadow.
They wanted Zane.
Zane wanted escape.
"Where will you run now?"
The Wardens laughed as they slowly shrunk the circle.
No one rushed and not because they were afraid of Zane doing something. They didn't rush because they wanted to savor it.
Savor the moment.
Zane looked around and seeing the walls, he believed they were made by a Skill of a Warden.
And the fact that they appeared now after all the running, meant the Warden needed time to prepare for it.
Also, all of them teleported before the walls came down. This skill also needed time otherwise they could have teleported any time and captured Zane.
But all these findings didn't matter.
Zane had to go from here.
He couldn't get in the hands of these men.
