My Hermes System

Even with the guard's helmet covering half his face, the sweat trailing on his face was obvious as it dropped from his chin and to the ground. Every person no. Every prisoner that was minding their own business and ignoring them were now looking at him.

Why didn't it dawn on him sooner? He was now in the Pit. The very place that he guarded and occasionally sent people to.

The last place that he should ever find himself in. But the Portal to the outside was still here, within a few steps away from. Maybe he could make a run for it?

No. He would surely be stabbed to death as soon as the tip of his nose comes out of the Portal. But seeing the number of prisoners that were slowly approaching him, he was probably as good as dead anyway.

His death here will not be merciful, at least if he passed through the Portal, he would die instantly and without pain.

Numerous thoughts raced inside his mind as the hand that held his sword started to tremble.