Standing in a quiet hall, Baruch rubbed his sweaty hands together. His eyes were on the wall, not focused on anything.
The large door behind him groaned open, and Baruch turned on his heel. He bit his cheek, hesitating. With a sinking feeling in his stomach and heavy legs, he approached the door.
This guy's really about to betray me.
In the second layer of that space, Hadrian and Alia sat on seats around a round table, observing the projection of Baruch's vision on the table like a shimmering portal to the real world.
For the last two days, when Hadrian got the opportunity to observe Baruch's mind, he'd only seen his resentment grow and Hadrian's silence only made it worse.
Hadrian had underestimated how far the box had teleported him.
Back in the real world, wherever he was, he had not been able to see the city walls even after two days.
