The crackling of ice began to fill the battlefield, sending the
world into a blazing flurry of white hot ice, creeping up any
surface it could. In the eye of the storm, Eraqus coldly watched as
white enveloped their surroundings, blanketing even the warmest of
places. Their marks under their eyes glowed an haunting, ghostly
blue, as they held in their other arm an icy tome. Their boots made
a soft click against the ice as they sauntered forward, each stride
exuding prideful elegance, as they placed a chilly hand on
Morrigan's shoulder. "Don't worry, all will be made right once
again." They murmured, watching her defiant expression become
preserved in the crawling frost. Slipping the Icicle Plate back
into the folds of their clothes, a gust of wind swept across the
area, clearing the mist in one fell swoop and leaving behind
sparkling crystallized water in its wake. Pressing their palm
against rapidly cooling ice, Eraqus gently bumped their forehead
against the ice right where Morrigan's forehead was. And soon even
the of them were gone, leaving nothing behind but a desolate ice
field and the scuffs of battle.

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