Capítulo 1895: Freedom Is Near

In an all white space, a man was currently doing pushups with his legs to the ground and his body suspended above his head. 

His body was covered in a thick layer of sweat that slowly dropped down towards his chin before making a flash on the surface below. 

Thean's muscles were jagged and pronounced, and his entire demeanor calm. 

Years of solitude will do that for you. 

The man was in a see-through prison box within an enormous white dome-shaped space. 

The solitary box had ample space for all his excesses, and the dome shaped space out of it was even larger in comparison. 

If you ask him, it's all a waste of space since he could never leave the box they put him in. 

The clock on the dome wall facing him was the only way he could tell the time in this white hell hole. 

Sometimes, watching the news on the TV also made things interesting.