In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.
Just like Zane Atlas vanished for the Wardens.
Three hundred of them were still inside the last mansion while the other two hundred were outside waiting for the good news.
The inside of the mansion had turned to shambles as the Wardens stopped caring about the property.
They just wanted to find Zane Atlas.
But they found anything that could be found but not the gutterborn.
They found gold bars, they found money, artifacts, antiques but not Zane.
In the end, all of them came out.
By their faces, the wardens standing outside got to know about the failure.
Naturally, all eyes widened as the failure was impossible.
"Are you kidding me?" The man responsible for the erected walls snapped. "All of you cannot find one man? He went inside. We saw it. He must be inside."
"He is not!" Another warden shouted.
"Should we burn the house?" Another one suggested.
