The monster's movements slowed. Its arms locked against its sides, its legs froze together, and finally its head became trapped under another layer of frost.
Only its face remained visible.
Its red eyes were still burning.
Still furious and locked on Lyra.
She walked toward it.
The Blood-Fiend was now a frozen statue of rage and mutation, sealed inside a block of blue-white ice nearly three feet thick. Only the faint red glow behind its eyes remained, becoming weaker as the cold spread across its face.
Lyra stopped two feet away.
She looked up at the thing that had once been her uncle.
"You hurt me." Her voice was quiet. "You hurt my family. You tried to sell me like property. You hired killers. And when everything came due, you swallowed that core instead of facing what you'd done."
She reached out and placed her hand against the ice. Frost began to spread from her fingertips across the surface.
"You don't have any power over me anymore."
The red eyes flickered.
