"Isn't it ironic that you not only be the source of our shackles but also our freedom?" I seemed to make light of the situation with a jolly-like tone. "You should keep that body. Someone so devoted deserved a proper burial, what better honor would that be?" my attention turned to the room around us, Embers and sparks of flames were burning off of my blackened armor and crimson cape, though they provided no degradation to the equipment, as a result of my reviving power. Beneath my helmet, the visor could vaguely reveal two fire-like orbs of what would be eyes, with dark black sits fit for a reptile. "Hmph, guards eh?"