As Ronan whispered, the red and blue cold wave flames, which had been distinctly separated, began to blend in a bizarre manner.
It was as if two torrents collided, forming a vortex in the middle.
A wave of unspeakable terror emanated from the center of the vortex.
Ronan looked up at the sky, quietly watching as "snowflakes" drifted down from the base of the vortex's center.
These snowflakes were gray, irregular in shape, resembling ash burned by fire and scattered by the wind.
As the first ash-like snowflake gently landed on the rapidly spreading eerie crimson line in the void, the line began to burn.
As the snowflakes continued to fall, the ashen-colored flames quickly covered the entire net formed by red lines and backfired rapidly in the direction of Cersei.
The gray flames swiftly climbed up to the end of the lines, turning the entire balance of flesh and blood into an ashen color.
