Only after confirming that there was not a single survivor in the entire cell—
did the black-robed man continue downward.
Another round of slaughter began.
"Animals! You animals!"
A prisoner screamed.
"Even as a ghost, I won't let you go! What flows through my veins is..." Before he could finish, the voice of this criminal, who perhaps had quite the background and bloodline, came to an abrupt halt. Clearly, his curse would never come true. The black-robed man merely raised a hand, and his voice was forever caught in his throat.
At the stairs leading even farther down—
there was a once-famous master of Dark Magic imprisoned inside.
As the black-robed man approached, he stood in the center of the cell, his face carrying an eerie calm. "I knew this day would come—the executioner of the Department of Mysteries."
"A Young Wizard who passed by just now already made me realize something was wrong. It seems something really has happened. Tell me, did 'that project' go wrong?"
This master of Dark Magic clearly had some insight.
For the first time, the black-robed man halted. His hood turned slightly toward him. Magic was surely hidden beneath that pitch-black hood; not even his facial features could be seen.
"Looks like I guessed right." The master of Dark Magic revealed a twisted smile. "I knew it. I knew you wouldn't be able to control something so terrifying."
"A taboo hidden within legend."
"Ancient history—it's simply more terrifying than death—" This master of Dark Magic was allowed to say a little more, but since none of it was useful, that was as far as things went.
Splat.
The black-robed man had grown impatient and did not even let him finish. This dark wizard, who had once made the entire African magical world tremble in