The magic unleashed upon the already badly wounded foes had them tremble, their bodies already beaten, their will shaken as the Imp fell and their leader collapsed, but as Baudhiel unleashed that last splash of magic upon them the dark-skinned figures collapsed, ichor spread across the ground as they died out. The room would have fallen silent, if not for the pained whimpers and screams, shaky groans and loud groans rising out of the many people trapped within those bindings, the instruments robbing them of their life over and over from the looks of it.<br/><br/>Torment and torture was still ongoing as thin strings carried a hint of steam into the machinery, some leaking foul smelling vapors but those leaks had mostly been plugged over. Near each of them was a small station where the vapors leaving the bodies were gathered, and distilled into what seemed in most cases to be dark blue or bright crimson liquid, but in case of one old man being forced to push a metal rod around a pole that kept twisting, like an old mill-stone, the liquid gathered off of his efforts seemed to carry a coppery look about it.<br/><br/>"Hey! You there!" A voice shouted from somewhere, a metal grill on the floor not too far away showing a somewhat short man sitting in a cell, his body a bit colorful, but his legs bloody mess wrapped in bandages. His head tilted back to look up at the metal grill in the roof, a door at the side of his room firmly shut at some lower floor. "If you can get me out of here, I can help you! You must have taken out the Imp, I know how the control runes work, get me out and I'll show you!"