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Zulu's mental stability was starting to wane. He wasn't coping with the room very well, so he decided to rest through the last minutes of his entrapment. It brought no comfort to him though. He started seeing faint visions on the background of his closed eyelids. Lights floating at different heights over the grass, approaching the city limits. The lights had a dark aura amongst them, so thick it almost seemed palpable. The vision seemed to fast forward changing the place and time. The lights were entering the castle in areas accessible by guards and servants alone. He wanted to teleport to the room, but knew it was no good as long as the door was closed.

A guard entered the room looking over to Zulu who was still huddled in the corner of the room, and opening his eyes slowly. "Sir, the king has requested your presence now." Zulu didn't respond to the guard instead choosing to think of the warning his foresight had given him. It had thrown him off a bit, and left him pondering his next action. His gift rarely gave him answers, and instead replaced them with questions. What were those lights? What was that aura? Are they still in the castle? Questions flooded his mind causing his curiosity to make his choice. "Sir-"

Barrett teleported behind the guard using his foot to tap him in the back of his knee. The guard dropped into a kneel, and was unable to react as Zulu grabbed the back of his neck squeezing a pressure point. The guard flinched as soon as the pain rushed through his body, but he was unconscious as soon as it begun. Two more who were assigned to watching the door rushed in to find a guard laying on the floor missing his weapon.

Zulu reappeared away from his room, near the servants entrance. He dropped onto his hands and knees sweating profusely and seeming to gasp for air. He had used his foresight to predict his path, but it took a lot out of him. He had rested just minutes before, but that had only covered the use of his foresight. With the long and short range teleportation he could barely move now. He used the guard's Halberd he had taken to lift himself up and walk to the wall. He decided to catch his breath, as he looked around. He could see drips on the ground.

Strange. He thought wondering why the servants didn't spot this near their own entrance. He looked closer and recognized it from the dead creature from the earlier in the day. He took a couple of steps back realizing what the lights were in his vision. "Impossible!" He was amazed at the mindset of these creatures. They had found a way to infiltrate the Summer castle with their appearance. He prepared himself for a fight, but soon realized no one else was around. He decided against following the trail he saw on the floor. One had caused enough problems, and he was in no condition to fight, regardless of curiosity. He started making his way slowly to the throne room using the Halberd and wall for support, but had to continue stopping along the way to catch his breath. He was incredibly tired, and needed to rest. He slid down the wall and lent up against it. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, and his wits about him. His senses were dulled, and his ability to think impaired. He started to regret using his powers, and realized how dark it was in the tunnel he occupied.

Moonlight shined through a window revealing dust dancing in the slight gust in the hall, as well as being the only light provided. They danced back and forth like a saw being cut through a tree. It left him feeling nostalgic, as he reminisced on days he actually did hard work. He looked beyond the dust seeing the faint outline on the edge of the moonlight. A small pool of liquid was near the outline, and the gust controlling the dust appeared to actually be breathing. The figure didn't seem to notice Zulu sitting against the wall almost like it was waiting for something. He gulped a little as he set the Halberd down on the floor silently knowing he could run faster without it. He still was breathing heavily but silently now. He didn't see the bright eyes, but was cautious all the same, as he shuffled along his bottom back down the hall making little progress, as he stopped to breath.