The tunnel's lights began turning on in a quick one-by-one succession that led to the end. It were as if lightning had struck, and its flash blinded the tunnel's entirety.
"This is as far as you go, Reed Regardius…" Michael snickered from the tunnel's entrance.
Hundreds of meters away, Reed was suddenly stunned in place. His eyes staggered with epileptic motion as if in disbelief of what he could see. But the thing is, he couldn't see. Rather, the complete embodiment of white had blinded his sights, numbing any other external senses.
"White Syndrome," Michael watched the boy stop in his tracks. "You may have regenerated the damage done by my sword's Grand Act of Fury, but surely you couldn't have replaced the Resistor burned from your eyes. Your sights are now vulnerable to our bright white lights, and unfortunately for you, this tunnel bears lights with strength equivalent to that of the Cell of Solitude, your originating White Syndrome-inducing prison."
Reed's panicking train of thought was slowly overtaken by the sensation of white. The boy's forward movement had come to a halt by now, a state in which he was completely paralyzed. He had been done in by an inexplicable blinding pain that struck his eyes with foresight of death, or rather, eternal immobilization.
Within the next approaching minutes, Reed Regardius and his rage would slowly freeze to a cryogenic level. His body fell flat, and so too did his state of mind.
The boy's eyes whited out as his cheek kissed the cold concrete floor. He couldn't move, and he couldn't think. The White Syndrome had completely taken over Reed's divided consciousness.
"Until I'm ready to take you in as my subordinate, you can join your fellow veggies. For now, the facility needs to be cleaned up, and A.X.A. will have to be reinitialized…" Michael grinned, "...under my order."
He turned around, and walked back into the bay. The circular gate then closed behind him.