Dantalion watched as slowly everyone hustled along, abandoning the prison as he dropped to the ground, arms outstretched as he took in a deep breath, giving a nod in response to Tabu as he looked around the room, a few Namekians courage regained as they started to curse and holla at Dantalion, switched off by the incessant ramblings of imbecilic and narrow-minded idealist Dantalion simply began to exhale, large plumes of black haze filling slowly every passing minute a new pulse of heavy mist filling this level of the Dungeon before the air became close to suffocation. "Well... Let's at the very least teach them to shut their yap." He mumbled, a finger raised, twists and curves of dark Demonic energy began to snap and twitch from a nail, beding through the haze before being flicked off.
The trail of lightning darted and danced every which way, striking out at the Namekian nobodies and paralysing their bodies for a few minutes, unrelenting agony rushing through them as Dantalion lifted himself up, a choir and echo of screams bounced through the hall, travelling up the column of stairs with Dantalion's steps in toe, the sound of bone grinding against stone as he reached the apex, taking a quick stroll around the castle before taking his leaves back to the catacombs of paper and ink that he called his home. Leaving Thread - PL