Midas had tried to run… he truly had.
But all it had taken was a fraction of a second. All it had taken was a few kilochronons for him to be confined and taken captive like this. In just one fleeting moment of hope, he had managed to figure out how to travel in this situation, only to end up getting caught.
Trapped.
Midas' heart sank, even without a heart in his chest in this soul form. What was he to do now? Well, the answer was simple. Absolutely nothing. Whatever had captured him was far stronger, far more dangerous and it might not have his temper.
And then in the next moment, as it loomed over him, approaching his position, Midas was forced to confront an unsettling truth that he did not want to confront.
He wasn't just caught. He was being seen as something useful… And that was something that terrified him even more.