Gunfire fills the otherwise still night air as the guards attempt to kill the intruder, who was clad in black flames. Not even flinching as bullets whiz past his body or pepper the ground before him, within millimeters of slamming into him, Nigel regards the foolish men with unrestrained fury. Raising his hand, he releases a torrent of black fire, incinerating all caught in the blaze and reducing their weapons to slag. To the remaining men, who had stopped firing to witness their comrades become reduced to cinders, Nigel says, "If you value your lives, let me through. Or else there won't be enough remaining of your body to fill even a thimble." While a few of the men throw down their weapons and run, the majority of them raise their weapons at the intruder, seeking revenge for their friends. With no ounce of sympathy to be found anywhere in his heart, Nigel steps forward.

Long minutes later, Nigel strides down the bloodstained and scorched hallway until he comes to a set of doors. "This has to be it," he mutters, having checked all of the other rooms, already. Without pausing to listen, he slams his foot into the door, breaking it off of it's hinges and causing it to fly several feet into the room.