How was he meant to break out? How was he meant to make a difference?
Midas pondered this and could not find any real answer. All that came to him was a scenario that spelled bad news for him no matter how he looked at it.
He was nothing more than a sitting duck and this Will that was ruling over this World was aiming at him, and every day it would fire shots at him, eroding his defences before one day he would be taken down completely.
How would this even look? Would he die at the end?
Midas did not know!
All he knew was that there was something that was trying to mind control him subtly and he did not like it at all.
What did that mean about the people? Were they also fully under this Will's spell? Were they also nothing more than walking zombies?
Too many questions still had no answers to them.
But Midas finally had some direction to his life in this place now.