They were darker than blood.
An odd gleam lingered in those giant crimson eyes as they entranced and trapped Aesther in a frozen moment. She could not look away.
Her body was entirely still.
So were her breaths.
Behind the ominous red gaze, there was massive darkness. As if shadows collapsed and stirred, churned and danced underneath. They were broken, rigged, and the rough formless body of the creature spread as far as her eyes could travel.
The shadows reached out towards her as if trying to break through the frozen lake.
Entranced, Aesther slowly knelt.
Her eyes remained unmoving, and softly, she placed a palm over the ice. It was unnaturally thick and crystallising, carrying traces of her blood and an eerie dull glow.
"What are you…?" She whispered.
A sharp hiss pierced the silence as a crack spilt underneath her palm. Her vision shifted, and an overbearing terror drowned and suffocated her breaths.
