The abrupt closure of the door was met with an equally abrupt change in the room's atmosphere. Gone were the monolithic stone walls and the echoing corridor outside; in their stead was a room that felt far removed from the world he'd just left behind.
Evander found himself encased in a room of sterile white steel, its blank, characterless walls gleaming in the stark, freshly brightened light. The room was bereft of any embellishments, its sole distinguishing feature being a solitary corridor that cut through its otherwise uniform design.
From hidden crevices in the ceiling, a disembodied female voice, soothing in its cadence, echoed through the room. It reassured him of his safety, a mantra repeated in a loop, as if meant to placate a child. "Know that you are safe and under our protection. Follow the red line to the reception area." The voice repeated, and with each recurrence, a red line flickered into existence, stretching out from his feet and trailing into the corridor.
Evander watched, wary, yet with little choice but to comply. He trudged forward, each footfall echoing through the hollow space, the red line his only beacon in the sterile labyrinth. He moved through a series of similar corridors, the sterile sameness of the environment nearly disorienting.
After a few minutes, he found himself standing in another vacant room, just as devoid of character as the rest. As soon as he stepped in, the door slid shut behind him with a definitive sound, sealing him off. The soothing voice returned, "Undress and place your clothes in the disposal unit."
As if on cue, a slot materialized in the blank wall, faintly glowing with a magic-induced light. Evander's eyes widened slightly at the instruction. Seriously? He thought incredulously, standing frozen in the center of the room. How far would they push this? How far would he be expected to comply?
The voice repeated its command, breaking into his musing. But he stood rooted to the spot, locked in a standoff against the insistent voice. Minutes turned into an hour, the command a constant soundtrack echoing in the silent room, met only with Evander's stubborn refusal.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he succumbed. He didn't want to cause any further trouble for his team. The sooner he complied, the sooner this ordeal would be over. Slowly, he began to strip off his garments, each piece of clothing a relinquishing of his last vestiges of control. They disappeared as soon as they touched the slot, swallowed by the pulsating magic within.
As he stood there, naked as his birth, he felt an odd sense of vulnerability.
The door opposite to him parted with a whisper, unveiling another room, an expansive sterile expanse swallowed in stark white. The room, larger than the previous ones, was a veritable playground of formidable medical apparatus. They stood scattered across the room, a symphony of sleek metal and pulsating lights, their specific functions inscrutable to the uninitiated.
A glass panel ran the length of one wall, a dark monolith towering over him. Its surface was opaque, impenetrable, shielding whatever or whoever was on the other side. Evander looked at it warily, suspicion gnawing at the edges of his mind.
The comforting voice returned, punctuating the sterile silence of the room, detailing the procedures of the impending medical examination. Another one. Evander thought with a mix of resignation and distaste. He was beginning to tire of the seemingly incessant medical intrusions. Every organization he had come across seemed intent on subjecting him to examination after examination, pushing their boundaries further with each new test. Was there no corner in this world where a man could escape this probing scrutiny?
Despite his growing unease, he obliged. The following minutes stretched into an eternity as he complied with the machine's demands. He was probed, poked, and scanned by an array of automated contraptions. The machines worked their magic, their purpose unfathomable, their procedures alien.
Eventually, he was herded into another room, just as unadorned and just as daunting. The sole command was to stand in the center. The voice hadn't even finished its instruction when a searingly bright light engulfed him, emanating from all directions. It was blinding, omnipresent, leaving him no respite from its invasive glare.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. His relief, however, was short-lived. From a hidden slot in the wall, a sheet-like robe unfurled and floated towards him. There was an impersonal efficiency to it all that left Evander feeling like little more than an object in a production line.
Yet, he dutifully reached for the robe, his hands trembling slightly from the cold sterility of his environment. He wrapped it around his naked form, a small comfort in an otherwise daunting situation.
Donning the robe, he was engulfed in a sea of fabric that swathed him from neck to toe, mirroring the attire he had been required to wear earlier. A red line flashed into existence again, stretching across the sterile corridor, the soft voice coaxing him to follow it.
He tread cautiously through labyrinthine hallways, the path illuminating before him as he moved, leading him towards the unknown. His footsteps echoed in the silent corridors, magnifying the apprehension that was already gnawing at him.
After several minutes of what felt like aimless wandering, he was ushered into a room, a stark departure from the sterile surroundings he had been navigating. It bore the aura of refined luxury, hinting at a long-term residence rather than a short stay. The centerpiece was an opulent bed, its softness inviting, accompanied by an array of amenities. The room pulsed with a silent promise of comfort, a marked contrast to the cold, impersonal treatment he had received so far.
As Evander crossed the threshold, a dulcet voice permeated the room, emanating from the walls themselves, "You have been deemed to be of too high value and have been seized as property of Aellon City. Please relax, your future is guaranteed and promising."
Evander froze in his tracks, shock coursing through his veins like a cold wave, extinguishing the glimmer of hope that he'd harbored. His mind struggled to process the words. Property? Seized? The sentences reverberated in his head, each repetition amplifying his disbelief.
The warmth of the room became suffocating, the promise of luxury taking on a sinister tone. The plush bed looked more like a velvet cage now, the comforting amenities a mere facade for his incarceration.
Evander scanned his surroundings, noting every detail, every potential avenue for escape. The room was fully equipped to cater to a person's every need, a seeming haven if not for the circumstances. The compact kitchen was brimming with modern amenities, and to the side, a separate space held a bathroom, all the fixtures imbued with advanced magic and technology.
Driven by a sense of urgency, he paced the confines of his gilded cage. His hand grazed the cold, hard surface of the walls, testing their solidity. Even with his newfound, superhuman strength, he found no purchase, no give in the thick material. It was unnerving, the realization of his predicament sinking in further.
He examined the door next - a monolith of what seemed to be reinforced metal - its cold, unforgiving surface a stark reminder of his entrapment. The floor and ceiling were no different, forming a virtually impenetrable box around him. A bitter chuckle escaped him, the irony of being held captive in a luxurious suite wasn't lost on him.
Evander had once prided himself on his abilities, most notably his time-stop skill, but it was of no use against solid walls. The realization led him down a mental rabbit hole, as he ruminated on other possibilities. What about teleportation? A flicker of hope ignited in him, but a quick mental review of his skills quashed it. The teleportation ability was combat-oriented, designed for swift maneuvering on the battlefield, and it required a direct line of sight to the destination. There was no line of sight here - only impenetrable walls.
His frustration was palpable. The promise of a magic-laden suite had now become a solid magical barrier, a clever ploy to cage the wild bird.
In the echoing silence of his gilded cage, Evander found himself enveloped by an insidious enemy - boredom. His keen eyes scanned the room, desperate for a distraction. There was an array of state-of-the-art equipment, each piece designed to cater to every imaginable bodily need. The kitchen facilities shone with an almost sterile perfection. The bed seemed to promise a sleep akin to floating in the clouds.
Yet, as he examined his surroundings, Evander found himself yearning for something else, something less tangible – stimulation for his mind.
In the endless expanse of his waiting, he sought solace in possibilities. He could just make out the door from where he stood. Every time he glanced at it, his pulse quickened with anticipation. Perhaps someone will walk through that door soon. Perhaps I'll get a chance to use my time-stop skill to escape.
Hours slipped by, a surreal dance of shadows against the room's sterile whiteness. The promise of action, the thrill of the wait began to wane, replaced by a gnawing frustration. He was a man more accustomed to the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the battlefield than the eerie tranquility of this place.
Eventually, Evander had to succumb to the mundane needs of his body. With a sigh that held a mix of resignation and frustration, he navigated the sleek kitchen area, preparing a simple meal. The act of eating felt mechanical, almost foreign, in the luxurious solitude.
Sleep, when it beckoned, was a reprieve from the incessant tick-tock of waiting. The bed, although luxurious, felt cold and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth of comradeship he was used to.
In the silence of the night, he allowed the embrace of sleep to take him, his last thought centered on the possibility of escape, his dreams filled with visions of the door opening and his eventual flight to freedom. The darkness lulled him into a restless sleep, his last thoughts a fervent whisper. Tomorrow, I'll escape.
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The relentless passage of time was unforgiving in its monotony. Awakening from a fitful sleep, Evander guessed it was morning, though there was no sun streaming through a window to confirm his suspicions. The room was as bereft of timekeeping devices.
Sleep had not been kind to him. In the hollow silence of the night, he had found himself reaching out for a warmth that wasn't there. Lily. Her presence had become something of a constant in his life. Even in sleep, her warmth provided a comfort, a tether in the chaos of his existence. Her absence, therefore, echoed like a hollow drumbeat in his chest. He found himself longing for the others, too, though it was Lily he missed most keenly.
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His stomach rumbled insistently, pulling him from his melancholic thoughts. With a sigh, he navigated through the sterile, impersonal kitchen, preparing a meal devoid of enthusiasm. He chewed slowly, the silence of the room punctuated only by the mechanical sounds of his eating.
His waiting continued. Hours bled into more hours, the minutes stretching into an infinite tapestry of boredom. The room offered no respite, no indication of when - or if - he would be allowed to leave or even communicate with anyone.
Frustration gnawed at him, festering in his veins. With a sudden burst of determination, he decided to exercise. The rhythm of push-ups and sit-ups, the exertion of his muscles and the steady rhythm of his heart were a welcome distraction from the unbearable stillness.
The sweat-soaked aftermath of his exercise session left him yearning for a shower. As the warm water cascaded down his muscled form, his eyes caught the glint of something unusual - magical lenses. They were everywhere, their intrusive gaze following his every move. He realized with a jolt that the room was under constant surveillance.
Anger surged within him. His jaw clenched as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Taking a deep breath, he focused his attention on each of the lenses. One by one, with careful precision and measured patience, he blocked them off. His actions were deliberate, calculated - a silent rebellion against his unseen jailers. He wanted them to react, to respond. Anything to shatter the stifling monotony of his solitude.
Hours trickled by, each moment an echo of the one before, the endless monotony his only companion. The solitude gnawed at him, boredom rapidly morphing into a relentless adversary. Desperate to stave off the gnawing emptiness, Evander began to comb through his mental repertoire of skills, searching for an escape.
His gaze rested on the mind control skill - a tool he had considered before but never invested in. It was a skill that didn't require a line of sight, a broad method that enabled the implantation of thoughts into another's mind. He had enough experience points for only the first level, a constraint that left a bitter taste in his mouth.
His finger hovered over the skill, a moment's hesitation seizing him. He groaned, a sound borne out of frustration and regret. If only he could have put his points somewhere else, somewhere more aligned with his desired trajectory. But, the reality of his situation demanded compromise, the pressing urgency of his confinement relegating his personal preferences to the background.
With a resigned sigh, he assigned the points to the mind control skill, the virtual click echoing in the silence. I hope this is worth it, he thought, his brows furrowed in concentration.
A searing jolt ripped through Evander's consciousness as he activated the mind control skill. It was like a red-hot poker thrust mercilessly into the tender recesses of his psyche, stirring up chaos within his mental landscape. His surroundings blurred, a sudden darkness swallowing him up before he had time to comprehend the painful onslaught. Then, silence – a comforting oblivion that stood stark against the fierce pain that had just ravaged his senses.
Slowly, painfully, consciousness crawled back to him, trickling in like a hesitant stream. He found himself sprawled on the bed, his body seemingly untouched but his mind pulsating with the aftermath of the searing pain. His head throbbed with a residual ache, each beat of his heart sending fresh jolts of pain lancing through his skull. He took a deep, shuddering breath, willing the lingering discomfort to fade away. Just a moment, Evander. Just breathe.
As the pounding in his head subsided, he could sense a new ability awaken within him - like a muscle he'd never flexed before, unused and raw. Tentatively, he reached out with this new aspect of his consciousness, extending his thoughts beyond the confines of his physical form.
At first, there was nothing – just a vast expanse of emptiness stretching out before him. But he persisted, pushing his consciousness further, reaching out towards the faintest whispers of another presence. Just as he was about to withdraw, something shimmered on the edge of his perception. There it was – a feminine mind, delicately woven and complex. It lay just within his mental reach, quietly observing him.
The realization hit him with a heady mix of relief and apprehension. Someone's watching me. A woman. The thoughts ran through his mind like an echo in a cavern.
A glimmer of hope sparked in the corners of Evander's mind as he felt the thread of contact with the woman's consciousness. Alright. This is a start, he thought, his mind already weaving strategies around this newfound connection.
Her thoughts were like a book opened to him, revealing a symphony of emotions. She was frustrated, annoyed at the obscured view the cameras offered. A sense of desire, of yearning, bled through her thoughts, tinting them with an undercurrent of anticipation. It was clear - she was intrigued by the mysterious man that had been brought into the detention center. A man brimming with potential, shrouded in an enticing veil of mystery.
A slow, wicked smile tugged at Evander's lips as he contemplated her thoughts. I can certainly work with that.
Gently, he brushed against her mind, careful not to startle or alert her. Slowly, he nudged at her desires, coaxing them to bloom even more. His thoughts intertwined with hers, seeding suggestions that it might be in her best interest to check on him personally. That he might be in danger, or worse, in pain.
Her mind initially rebelled, the shackles of protocols and regulations holding her firm. But Evander was patient. He continued his gentle insistence, nurturing her fascination for him. He hinted that he might welcome her attention, that he could be open to... more.
As her mind wrestled between duty and desire, Evander pushed ever so slightly. The seed of suggestion was planted, and now all he had to do was wait for it to bear fruit. He could feel the temptation pulling at her, the lure of the forbidden enticing her more with each passing second.
Evander felt a thrill of victory surge through him. It was working, the allure he had subtly woven into her mind was overpowering her sense of duty, making her yield to the burning desire within her.
Tapping into her fantasies, he painted a vivid portrait of himself, one that would fan the flames of her burgeoning fascination. Images of him standing tall and strong, his body a perfect fusion of power and grace, an irresistible attraction that few could resist. The bare whisper of a smile playing on his lips, his eyes holding an unspeakable promise of something more... something she yearned for. He sketched the scene with meticulous detail, careful to remain within the bounds of her already manifested desires.
Then, he felt it. The prickling sensation in his mind that told him she was on the move. A mental shadow of her physical presence passed through a formidable magical door, indicating her departure from her post. A shiver of anticipation rippled through Evander's consciousness as he felt her drawing closer.
He held his breath as he traced her steps down the sterile, oppressively bland corridor, each footfall echoing in the vast cavern of his mind. She was close, so tantalizingly close that he could almost feel the warmth of her through the cold, unyielding metal door of his cell.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the magical field surrounding his confinement, a tug at the enchantments that held the door fast. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was happening. She was here, outside his door, her presence filling his senses. A magical key, bristling with arcane energy, was being inserted into the lock, disrupting the enchantments one by one.
In a heartbeat, the door swung open. The world around him froze as if held captive by the magic of a time stop spell. In that crystalline instant, Evander moved with a predator's agility, swiftly incapacitating her before she could react. He patted her down methodically, his fingers gliding over the fabric of her uniform, searching for any potential weapons. He found none, only a cluster of strange, magical tokens. Their unknown purpose intrigued him, so he pocketed them, their weight a comforting presence against his side.
However, he was acutely aware of his time-stop ability's limitations; it was a fleeting reprieve from reality, not a permanent escape. With a heaviness in his heart, he allowed the world to resume its relentless march forward, stepping out of the quiet solitude of stopped time into the chaotic symphony of the living world.
His muscles coiled and uncoiled like a spring as he sprinted down the corridor, following the echo of the woman's footsteps he had mentally traced. He encountered a door, its surface etched with runes glowing ominously. Instinctively, he used one of the magical tokens, and felt a shudder ripple through the door as the lock acquiesced to the arcane command.
The door creaked open, revealing a sprawling control room, its high-tech wizardry a stark contrast to the sterile corridor outside. Multidimensional holographic displays floated mid-air, each offering a different view into the labyrinthine facility. The hum of technology, the gentle flicker of magical runes, and the low murmuring of distant machinery - it all overwhelmed him.
Frantically, his gaze swept across the room, hunting for a map or some form of schematic to guide him. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on an intricate layout of the facility adorning one of the walls. It was a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, but with focused attention, he identified what appeared to be an exit.
"A beacon in the storm," he muttered to himself, the map serving as his lone guide through the maze. He was a stranger in a hostile land, but with determination etched in every line of his body, he knew he wouldn't remain one for long.
Evander's mind raced, caught in the throes of a relentless storm of thoughts. I can't just waltz out looking like this. I'll be caught before I make it five steps out the door. Disguise, that's what he needed. A way to blend in, to disappear into the crowd. His eyes flicked back to the map, scanning it for anything that might help. A supply room - not too far from the exit. That could work.
His heart pounding in his chest, Evander slipped through the labyrinthine corridors like a wraith. His keen senses alert, scanning for any signs of movement, of life. He half expected to turn a corner and run headlong into a patrol, but the corridors remained eerily empty. It was almost too quiet, a sinister silence that gnawed at his nerves. He hoped that it was due to the late or rather early hour, that the facility's denizens were fast asleep.
His breath hitched as he finally located the supply room. He slid the door open, its low creak echoing ominously in the silent corridor. Stepping inside, his eyes widened in relief. There, among the shelves stacked high with supplies, were clothing items. He quickly spotted a pair of trousers, their design hinting at a military origin. They were rough and utilitarian, the kind of clothes one could disappear in.
Next to them, he found a large jacket with a hood, perfect for shrouding his identity in shadow. His fingers grazed over the fabric, feeling its coarse texture under his fingertips. It wasn't the most comfortable attire, but it was practical, and right now, that's all he needed.
With a sense of urgency, he slipped into the clothes, his movements quick and efficient. The jacket was a little large, the hood casting a shadow over his face. The trousers, albeit a bit loose, stayed up with the help of a belt. As he stared at his reflection in a polished piece of metal, he barely recognized himself.
There was a daunting weight of trepidation in Evander's chest, making his heart throb in a frantic rhythm as he prepared to make his dash for freedom. This is it, he thought, the magical keys, surprisingly cold against his clammy palm. My one shot at getting out of here. Time had become a valuable commodity, and Evander had no intention of squandering it.
As he made his way toward the exit, he could sense the pulsating aura of a nearby guard post. Stay calm, he cautioned himself, tamping down the surges of anxiety threatening to bubble over. The door to the outside was tantalizingly ajar, an inviting beacon amidst the harsh sterile environment of the facility. Stopping time, he passed the guard post undetected, the guards frozen mid-conversation, unaware of the escape unfolding right under their noses.
His heart roared in his ears as he finally stepped into the freedom of the night. It embraced him like a long-lost friend, the cool, crisp air filling his lungs. He was outside, standing on a large plaza that sprawled from the entrance of the facility. Behind him, the formidable wall of the facility loomed, a sinister monolith under the pallid moonlight.
Evander didn't waste a moment. Once he was out in the open, he was vulnerable. He needed to get lost in the labyrinthine city streets, blend into the shadows, disappear without a trace. He moved forward, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent night.
The city was a maze of narrow alleyways and towering structures, their silhouettes painted against the star-studded sky. The smell of damp cobblestones and distant cooking fires filled the air, the life of the city pulsing around him. As he weaved through the labyrinth of side streets, the facility's foreboding presence slowly began to recede, swallowed by the city's sprawling depths. Just a little further, he promised himself, just a little further, and I'll be free.