"Ugh..." Little Fernan's throat was caught in a chokehold. He tried to struggle, but his strength was no match for Andre, who was in his prime. He then tried to cast a spell but found himself unable to concentrate.
Andre could feel the man in his grasp still had some strength at first. Enduring the pain of his own burns, he tensed his muscles and squeezed his arms ever tighter. After what felt like several minutes, his opponent finally went limp.
"Huff... huff..." He let go, hesitating on whether to deliver a finishing blow. But with no weapon at hand, he settled for searching the man's body.
'Keys... I have to hurry and let the others out.' But when Andre emerged, he was dumbfounded. Every cell door had not only physical Iron Locks, but also an active Secret Technique Lock. This also meant Andre hadn't actually choked the Caster to death.
