The shadowy figure waved a hand again, and this time Theron let it happen. All at once, the angst and rage he had felt bubbling up vanished.
All that was left was focus.
He felt the gaze of the balding youth fall on him, but he didn't spare him a glance. By this point, he was used to getting himself into impossible-to-deal-with situations. And it seemed like he was in yet another one.
…
When Theron's vision cleared, he found himself in an odd place. There were walls on either side of his shoulders, barely giving him three inches or so of wiggle room. He could hardly walk without brushing his shoulders up against them, let alone battle.
He turned his head back and found that there was nothing there but yet another wall. He was boxed in from three sides, and there was only one way to go.
Forward.
'Something is off.'
Theron felt the oddity immediately. There was no light here, and he wasn't using his Third Eye, so why could he see so clearly?
