Seeing that there were still just a few survivors, Misha made a slight gesture and a shimmer in the air in the form of small wings appeared behind her. She leaped up into the air and floated just sixty feet away from the survivors before making a queer dance in midair. Glowing black and purple chains formed around her and spun as she did until she stopped and held out her hand. The tip of the chain grew a demon's gnarled hand and shot toward the closest of the four guards. As the phantom chain passed through him, a link caught a vital part of the man's soul and carried it to the next, and the next until the chain was linked through each one. The demon hand on the end took each piece of soul and crushed it into dust, causing the men caught by the chain to age and wrinkle and decay until they became such as well.