Watts stood in the Literal Realm, watching the chaos unfold within the facility with growing unease.
His glowing eyes scanned the dimly lit halls through his connection to reality's threads, everything in this facility.
Looking for the source of his unease, yet he couldn't find it. So he decided to wait it out.
His instinct told him if he could find the source of his unease, some of his questions would be answered.
So, it was the leader that fell into problems.
It was a game now, one that Watts intended to win thoroughly.
He could feel the anger radiating from the leader like a burning furnace, and the thought of poking at it a little more was far too tempting to resist.
Instead of teleporting all the prisoners out in one go—a task well within his power—Watts decided to take his time, freeing them cell by cell.
His actions were deliberate, each teleportation a calculated move designed to taunt the leader.
