Zane forced his skill on the guards.
Three of them collapsed instantly, slumping against the brick wall in a heap of snoring, miserable exhaustion.
The fourth one, the squad leader, shook his head, trying to fight it.
He was stronger.
"No..." he grunted, raising his mace. "Intruder..."
Zane stepped in, grabbed the man's wrist, and drove a knee into his gut. The guard doubled over, gasping.
"I said sleep," Zane whispered, pouring a concentrated dose of lethargy into the man's mind.
His power was so versatile and dangerous, he figures he could overturn a King's decision.
Thoughts like these are probably why people like him are being persecuted.
The guard's eyes rolled back, and he fell face-first into the mud.
Zane looked up at the roof. A moment later, two bodies tumbled quietly o
