Locked away in a phantom cage with no apparent binds, Moriyana was onlooking the creature of dark mist tearing apart Razor's body with its razor-sharp hands. Tearing his flesh, the monster threw his limbs, his eyes, and even his torn skin to float about in mid-air. His mind broken by the toxic fumes and the butchery of his body, Razor's bloodshot eyes looked about rampantly for the most minute hint of escape.
Lined with poison ivy reaching high in the sky, they were both trapped inside the fuming place with the monster tearing Razor's body every time it put itself back together. And although he didn't possess any skill to heal himself, his body being put back together was just one part of his eternal torture.
At the mercy of his captor, he let the torture continue unhindered, for he knew better than to assume this to be his end. Moriyana on the other hand was more adamant about escaping the prison of pinkish dark clouds.
