He dashed forward in unrestricted haste over the moist stony floor.
Approaching, Zayn's cell a bit surprised to see him down, stretched out his arm towards him.
And in the same manner as Grace performed earlier, he quickly healed Zayn restoring a fraction of his sapped strength.
Zayn got up, dusting his frame unalarmed at what just occured.
"What took you so long", Zayn asked, his tone hinting on a slice of latent fluster.
"Sorry about that", his brother Max laughed. "Had to wait for the guard in the hoody to leave," he answered, confirming the obvious reason he was there.
Zayn knew he was referring to Xavier but didn't bother telling him that, knowing it will raise time-squandering questions.
"Plus", he continued with a bit of jocular flair. "Your writing is terrible under pressure", he teased.
Back at the dinning table, when Zayn turned to look at Max, he shoved him a piece of writing outside the notice of those present, one he'd prepared while still in his room.
The note briefly request Max's aid also explaining simple details on how to go about it knowing full well on his own, he had no chance of escape.
"Do you have it?", Zayn asked, unsure of what exactly he might receive.
Knowing that in a home blessed with a powerful family and riches there was bound to be every possibility that he'd find something he could easily promote his escape. And his guess was right.
"Yes. Here it is", he replied in tardy haste, pulling out a sword out of his oversized upper wear.
The sword bore a silver blade marked with blue veins streaming down the middle in a very intricate and hypnotic matrix.
Its hilt was densely galvanized with pure gold along side intricate runes crafted dexterously over its surface. And locked onto its centre was an eeriely glowing yellow crystal eye with an outline of a key lock as its black pupil.
Through the bars, he handed the sword over to him, Zayn still unsure of how exactly a sword was suppose to help him.
Did he seriously expect him to fight through the entire security in the mansion?
"Here. With this you can open a door through anything" he explained, upon noticing the quizzical look over Zayn's face.
But despite his brief inexplicit tutorial, Zayn was still unsure of the how.
But just then, the door silently swung open, spilling fear unto their covert scheme.
Rushing in was a worried fragile frame, hasting in through the darkness and only just noticing Max when she approached closer.
"Phew! It's only you", she panted in a mixture of relief and exhaustion.
Deciphering what was going on, Grace bounced in relief that it was only Max and there was someone else on the same page as she was.
Her intentions were to help Zayn in whatever way she could, after all it was kind of her job.
Dashing in without a plan, she generated an even more relieving heave, figuring out that Zayn's was already in motion.
"Grace? What are you doing?", Max asked perplexed at her presence and from the look on Zayn's face you could tell that he too was about to ask the same.
Both their worry was that in any case they should be compromised, Max having enough prestigious influence could easily meander out of trouble's clench but Grace wasn't graced with such privileges.
"What do you mean? I'm here to help", she replied feeling a bit insulted, still wrapped in milder pants.
Outside an urgent case, this would have been an argument that Grace would have surely lost but they simply didn't have time to continue on this.
Hearing noises at the prison gates, Max quickly urged Zayn to go now.
Walking in were, slow suspicious steps made by the guards posted to the prison gates.
Upon hearing some mumbled noises, one finally peeked in to check it out just after seeing someone dash in.
Zayn still unsure of what to do, didn't have time to think or ask questions anymore.
Now was the moment of truth.
Involuntary, he clenched both hands onto the sword and carved a semicircular frame over the wall.
The line though formerly hardly noticable, glowed in a brilliant blue glister before every angle of the indent intersected at the middle to open a temporal pass through.
It was now or never.
Looking back at the two he had to thank for pulling him this close to freedom, he was gripped by sorrow and heavier guilt.
They had gone to this length to keep him alive, he wanted to try to save them but knowing that wasn't possible, the least he could return was to stay alive and run.
Even a minute later would cost him dearly.
Without a second thought, he pounced through the intangible barrier, depositing an unforgettable promise deep within him.
The glistening frame progressively dissolved away, along with its origin indent but by that time it left the two without an option to run.
One of the guards that came in to check on the noises, walked in with a searching spy.
Vividly noticing the usual but currently suspicious dead-grave silence over the prison room, he frantically panicked after finding out that their only prisoner had escaped without a trace.
Informing the other guard, they both searched discretely around the mansion, reasoning that he couldn't have gotten too far.
Meanwhile, stealthily and through calculated risk, almost like a ghost, Zayn managed to slip through the notice of everyone, escaping far beyond the walls of his home mansion.
He didn't stop there. He ran till his strength gave up, landing him in a place beyond the current reach of his family.
Over unnoticed time, running dwindled into walking and walking staggered into crawling under the intensity of protracted fatigue.
Realizing his exponential tiredness, he inferred Max's poor ability to perform healing spells properly, reinforcing that inference with the burning pain he felt right where Xavier struck.
He had a plethora of questions on him, each one seemingly as important as the other but the one most presently needed was the acute knowledge of where he was.
He had no idea and unable to find any, he gave up hoping someone would notice him asking if he was lost.
Observing the suspicious and abhorring stares of the little crowd strolling around him, he made a quick realization as to the reason for such.
'The sword!' He instantly recognized, looking down on his dragged equipment, unable to figure out what to do with it.
As he continued for a hiding spot, slowly picking up the idea of dumping it, the floating virtual rectangle appeared again out of thin air.
[Would you like to store your weapon in Inventory? Y/N]
Drowsily, all he had to do was focus his intent on the 'Yes' option and without realizing it his sword vanished away ensued by another notification.
[Inventory: Ability sword (+1)]
And after that, his fatigue lanced through his body, as he crumbled on the dusty streets, unconscious.