For a brief moment, dozens of different thoughts crossed Freygar's mind and he got desperate. His heartbeat was going crazy, and his breath, unsteady. With his eyes widened, he looked in disbelief at what that man had done until now.
Everything was just a big trap since the start. The Aesir cursed himself for not being able to notice the obvious. Those split groups of prisoners were quite difficult to deal with. His troops had passed for hard times with them.
For numerous times, he felt like a rat inside a trap, going back and forth and just finding dead ends. He himself had questioned a lot of times how they could have disabled and messed with all the network of Halden; also, how they could have such harmony and synchrony, being as coordinate as soldiers, and knowing their position in all those maze-like corridors, even without any communication.
