Costin barely had the time to react as the ice grew rapidly around him until it completely encased him in a sphere.
All struggle was made impossible, his shocked expression was the only one he could muster as he was sealed off by the frost, unable to speak or hear what was happening around him.
"
Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn DAMN!"
The fiend of the night had now realized that he was in grave danger, the spearman was surely after him, and another wrong move could put al three men against him. Normally he wouldn't mind, but there was still the itch inside his head...
"Kill"
Unbearable, the noises became louder and louder, the screams tearing his mind apart, the vampire could not bear it any longer.
"Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill"
"Breathe, calm down Costin... calm down, they are dead, their voices... not real, breathe Costin, calm down..."In what felt like an eternity, the dead apostle had to stand still, fighting the noise, the screams, the pleas , the insults and the threats. He had to drown out the cascade of sound slowly eating at him.
"Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill Die Kill"
He had to think, he had to overwhelm the voices in some way. Shutting his eyes, he tried as hard as he could to remember the music, the songs to keep them quiet, the songs to clear his mind.
"Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die DIe Die Die"
Clear, like a river, a gulp, he felt the noises slowly becoming less loud, weakening as he emptied his mind the best he could.
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After a period that felt dragging on for an excruciating amount of time, he finally found silence, Costin was pleased: the voices were finally gone.
Thus, as his muscles finally relaxed, he came back to his senses.
Even after all this, the dead apostle's fury had to wait, he needed first of all to get out of this situation.
Luckily, even frozen, his hand still made contact with the cold asphalt ground, fingers twitching, he could still put a bit of prana in there.
But he still did not like his position. Dying was the last thing he wished, Costin wished to live no matter what, the Spearman was dangerous, but the old man did not go for the kill, even if he easily could have with his magic.
Then there was the swordsman, he knew not what to do of him, but he had no desire to kill him any longer, he did not wish to resume fighting against him for now. Their duel was put to a halt, The score would be settled another time.
For now, Costin had to escape his icy prison. As he focused blood on the palm of his hand, he felt a tingling sensation running down his spine and arm.
It wouldn't be pretty, but he did not truly have a choice.
As he focused, red energy formed around his hand, branching out across the ice, forming numerous paths until the sphere was fully covered by them. Seven circles, each with an identical sigil formed by blood ran on the icy surface, the set was finally complete, all he needed was to activate them.
As he readied himself, the heretic let out a sigh, hoping for the best.