Counting down the time, it has been approximately 48 hours since Cassius found himself locked away in the abyssal depths of Alcatraz, sentenced to eternity here for the sole crime of being born a human.
Even though he was not quite at the point of escaping the chains that bound him, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
So far, all he had been doing was continuously cutting himself, creating floating blood blades, and chipping away at a singular point on the chains.
"Although I'm still an extremely long way from breaking a chain, I'm definitely doing something," Cassius grinned, beads of sweat rolling down his chiseled face.
He stared at one of the chains coiled around his right arm, focusing on an almost invisible cut in the chain's metallic exterior. This was the result of his more than 24 hours spent toiling away, all while gradually experiencing the fatigue acquired from massive blood loss and thirst.
