Silence prevailed in the Zenia prison. They weren't quite sure what they were looking at.
A corridor buried in the depths of the family compound had now become a gallery for disbelief.
Guards stood shoulder to shoulder, all drawn down here by the same alarm.
No one spoke. They only stared in confusion.
Ahead, one of the most secure chambers the family possessed had just been violated.
Again.
It wasn't a simple breach like last time.
Last time, an unknown assailant slaughtered through the guards and broke out with their most prized possession.
This time, it was clean and direct.
No bodies. No splintered doors. No traces of battle.
Instead, giant chunks of the prison were simply gone.
Not crumbled. Not cracked.
Gone. Swallowed. Removed.
As if a giant invisible spoon had scooped reality itself out of the stone. The missing sections were impossibly smooth, the cut edges too clean to be natural. It did not look broken.
It looked erased.
