A dark cloaked figure sat in his cell waiting... He knew the ate of everyone in this damned place. He had let Syntec take him because, well, frankly he just wasn't threatened. he knew they couldn't do anything to him. The figure stood up, slowly, and precisely, with intent, as if thought out very carefully. He reached out and slowly laid his hand on the guard's shoulder. "Oi, what do you want?" the guard asked turning his head to see the white skeleton hand on his shoulder. "Your death lies on my blade," it said slowly. the voice of the figure was high, and gravelly, like some sort of deformed creature. The figure drew a scythe from nowhere and ran it down the guard's back, cutting through several organs and breaking most of his ribs. the man fell to the ground and died. The figure reached through the bars freshly decorated in blood and grabbed the keyring from the guard's corpse. he unlocked the barred door, even though he could've easily turned the whole thing to ash. He released all the other magical prisoners.