He moved the shadow faster, twisting it as quickly as possible. He tried– he kept thinking of his shadow becoming harder, becoming solid. But it was nearly impossible. Still, he didn't stop. He continued twisting it at unimaginable speed.
His brain felt like it was on fire. Then, at one point, he got the result.
Click.
The metallic sound was faint, but to Amon, it was deafening. The handcuffs loosened.
They fell away from his wrists and clattered softly against the metal floor.
Amon froze, breathing heavily, disbelief flooding his mind.
Then relief. Sharp, overwhelming.
He looked at his freed hands, shaking uncontrollably. The body that had felt sealed and locked by something finally felt free. Suppressed mana inside his body started to circulate throughout him, just like blood.
Warmth spread all over his body. Amon clenched his fists and unclenched them.
"…I did it."
His escape had begun.
Amon got up and moved toward the cage door.
'Shit, not again.'
