Boundary

The bald mercenary stumbled through the dark woods, his eyes glazed over and his movements stiff, as though controlled by an invisible force.

His feet dragged along the uneven ground, the sound of his shuffling footsteps softly echoing around him. His face was devoid of emotion, his expression vacant as if his mind itself had been hollowed out.

Only one directive echoed inside his mind - start walking toward the clearing!

Adam's spell had taken hold completely, bending the man's will to the task at hand: luring the wolves.

As he slowly walked closer to the perimeter of the clearing, a low growl reverberated from in front, growing louder and deeper with each step he took further into the woods.

The man's back was drenched in cold sweat. His instincts screamed at him to turn around and run away, but Adam's spell had completely overridden everything else.

Now, despite the man's unwillingness, he had no choice but to move forward!