Zen’s POV — cold, emptiness, loss of control
When I opened my eyes, at first I didn’t even understand where I was.
Then I realized.
I was bound.
My arms, legs, chest — everything was wrapped in smooth, dense, dark ropes.
Elven.
Ropes that suppress mana, constrict the body just enough so that I couldn’t rise or use my power.
I was lying on my side, tied to Noxus’s saddle.
Norris was riding beside .
He was looking at …
not like a comrade.
Not like a child.
He was looking at
like an enemy.
Like I was a bomb that could explode at any second.
I could hear his breathing.
Even. Hard.
Haras was carrying
like a prisoner — carefully, so I wouldn’t be struck or jolted.
— I’m sorry, Zen… — he muttered. — But until we reach the elven forest… we can’t restrain you properly.
His voice was heavy, like iron.
I wanted to feel sothing.
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Anger.
Resentnt.
Fear.
But inside there was nothing.
Just emptiness.
Gray. Bottomless.
As if the world had lost its colors, its sounds, its aning.
Seteya was riding ahead, grumbling loudly:
— I didn’t think we’d ever need those damn mixtures the elves gave us…
— Damn it… only TWO syringes left.
She threw a glance at
— sharp, quick.
Elinia was riding on the right.
Her horse was alive.
Her arm was fully healed — the mages had fixed everything.
But she was looking at …
like at a storm that could return at any mont.
Even the air was trembling with tension.
Even Noxus was silent — and his silence was worse than any words.
Stop
When we stopped, Haras easily lifted
off the horse, as if I weighed nothing.
He set
down gently, like a child.
— Once again… I’m sorry, — he repeated.
And looked into my eyes.
For a long ti.
With worry.
With expectation.
I saw myself reflected in his eyes.
Red pupils.
Cold.
Empty.
Not mine.
Seteya ca closer, sighed, and knelt down in front of .
— Well then, kid… — she tried to smile. — Want to eat?
She began feeding
with a spoon.
Almost like an infant, unable to hold it himself.
Her hand was too close.
Too close.
And suddenly…
Sothing inside
twitched.
A beast.
An instinct.
Emptiness.
I jerked my head forward and tried to bite her hand.
Seteya pulled back instantly, eyes wide:
— What the hell are you doing?!
— Zen… what’s wrong with you?!
I didn’t answer.
Because… I didn’t know.
Because even the thought of biting her didn’t frighten .
Didn’t surprise .
It was just… an action.
Without feeling.
Swearing, she continued feeding
— but now carefully, as if I were a wild animal on a leash.
The ropes held
as if they were made specifically for soone losing himself.
They gave a faint sense of fog.
Suppressed mana.
Muted emotions.
Haras grumbled:
— Those ropes were supposed to shut you down completely.
— But as we can see… they only work halfway on you.
He sighed heavily.
— We even thought about putting you to sleep.
— But that didn’t work either.
Finn, Kyren, Siren, Miella, Astra, Tara…
All of them stood at a distance.
And yes.
They were afraid of .
And I…
…felt nothing about it.
No pain.
No sha.
No anger.
Emptiness.
Even. Dense.
Silence in my head, where there used to be a heart.
I looked at them.
And they looked at
— like at a monster that could break its chains.
And for the first ti…
I realized that I no longer knew who I saw reflected in their eyes.
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