Realization of Hell

Ren came to a stop as a distinct noise met his ear, focusing as the noise became clear as the sound of chewing became clear to him.

--The minotaur? No, I don't feel that same pressure--I forgot that that minotaur was probably the "boss" of this floor, so there are bound to be goons.

Quietly, he slid Belus from its scabbard, moving forward slowly as he inched closer to the source of the chewing sounds, originating from one of the cells up ahead.

He stopped once more, this time because had remembered something--a tool specific for this sort of situation.

--Even if I have a good idea where it is, I shouldn't cut any corners when I can check precisely.

Kneeling down, Ren pressed the palm of his glove-clad hand against the stone ground, closing his eyes for a moment as he garnered his focus.

"Araphel: Particle Shade."