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There'd been some skepticism at first about whether or not these "so-called monsters" were really that much of a threat. After all, what some random guardsmen considered to be monstrous was bound to be different from what Rainlords considered to be monstrous.

But they had been displeased to learn that there were indeed some quite infamous names stationed here, right now.

Niro Blatt was the one that Raul currently had eyes on as he proceeded down the corridor. The guy's cheekbones were sharp enough to cut with, and his beady gaze barely looked human as it passed over Raul's invisible form.

Blatt was mostly known for his habit of making grotesque examples out of his victims. Winning a battle was never enough for him, apparently. He had to put the losers on morbid display via crucifixion and flaying, only occasionally after they were already dead.

Not one to show mercy, in other words.

Raul wanted very much to take this opening and neutralize Blatt here and now. An ambush from behind--right to the neck--would probably do the trick.

But it was a gamble. And not just with his own life, either. If he somehow failed to kill the guy in an instant, then everything would go to hell immediately. Or if another guard rounded the corner at just the wrong time, the same could be said.

So he just watched as the murderous bastard passed him by.

Cell Block Y was absolutely massive. Stairs led up and down in a stadium-like formation, where in place of seats there were cells. Rows upon rows of cells. All tiny, no larger than dog kennels.

But they were all sealed tight. They had to be in order to hold reapers. Any opening would allow their massless bodies to squeeze through.

And with so many cells to choose from, the trouble was finding out where everyone had been placed.

That had been the first task of the infiltration team. They'd scoured the prison for intel regarding prisoner placement.

Thankfully, the wardens of this infernal place were quite good with their recordkeeping. It would've been very easy to get lazy with such things and not bother logging any names. The reapers themselves could also be quite stubborn about that, no doubt. If they gave their captors the silent treatment, then logging would become that much more difficult. And perhaps for that very reason, not everyone was accounted for in the logs they'd found.

Or at least, they hoped that was the reason.