Michael led Tarkur into the cell hall.
“Of course, since Whitegate is a prison, we hold prisoners here. But not just any small-time criminals. These are the most dangerous beings in The Multiverse.” Michael explained.
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Anticrast, Nimrack, Thornrax, Plague Knight and Savager would all see Tarkur and Michael walking past them.
Tarkur avoided eye contact as he observed the prisoners. “So all of them are criminal masterminds then?” Tarkur asked.
Michael paused for a moment.
“In a way, yes, but each prisoner here has run their own unique profession. Some are crime lords, some are warlords. Others are highly destructive cosmic entities.” He explained.
They would find a barricade and a tank shooting in the distance. A few soldiers were hiding behind it.
After hearing about the signal, Thornrax started laughing. It was the first time the Gamemaster, or anybody at all, would hear him laughing. It was a deep, creepy laugh, one that would inevitably make all the prisoners and guards feel chills on their spine.
It was likely that the sound of the laugh took over tge entire prison.
The guards joined in with the soldiers.
“What’s going on here?” On asked them.
“What’s so funny?” Plague Knight asked Thornrax.
The laughter echoed into a chamber deep below. The thing kept there heard this sound of joy and screamed in defiant hate causing the machinery across the prison to violently flicker.
“Hell!” one of the three troopers said.
Thornrax retreated to the corner of his room, still laughing.
“How are we going to get past them?” Another guard asked.
“We can’t!” one guard said crying. “Can’t you see? We’ll ALL gonna die today!”
“Not if I can help it.” A guard said, cocking his gun.
“Where is the enemy attacking from?”
“Behind the barricade, you idiot!” said the third soldier.
Tarkur chuckled at Thornax menacing laugh, observing the beings inside the cell
Plague Knight simply glared at Tarkur from behind his cell.
Savager did the same.
Tarkur may notice that Savager looked similar to the monstrous version of Mark that he had fought in the Arena.
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Watcher watches over the library and after sorting all the books by supertype, then archetype, then by name. He finally sits down.
Akem was bored of his cleaning droid disguise and carefully looks for an access panel to jump into.
"You idiot! That was the only thing that---- suddenly something big threw the tank on the three soldiers, squashing them.
The guards aimed their weapons at the source of where the tank had been thrown.
“Show yourself!”
From behind them, one big clawed hand took one of the guards by his neck.
The guard shot his gun at the hand as he was grabbed.
He couldn’t, as he would suddenly feel his whole body in an undescribable cold. He could feel all of his muscles hurting, and all of hus bones braking, as all of his blood was going up his head and forcing itself out if his eye sockets, nose, ears, etc.