The lycans were burning away.
As a matter of fact, they couldn't even howl out in pain and simply turned into pieces of open-mouthed charcoal.
Once no more demonic energy could be sensed in his surroundings, Raphael pulled off the dirty rags covering his eyes and mouth with his hands. However, he couldn't undo the steel chains still shackling his wrists, eventually giving up after a brief period of struggling.
"Eh-whew, look at my life. Why did I have to go and choose to serve the Imperial Family...?"
While lamenting his life choices so far, Raphael ruthlessly stepped on the lycan remains, turning them into powder. After rummaging through the piles of ashes, and finding the keys to the prison door, he quickly undid the locks.
Hilda watched him and nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. As expected of you, your eminence."
"Your highness, this was going too far. Do you know how worried this old man was?"
"That's how much I believed in you."