Julius felt like he was slowly being devoured by the terrifying white domain of death.
He had been locked into the avalanche which had now settled.
Gradually, strength returned to his arms and he could finally make minimal progress.
As he gripped through the snow further and further, he felt as though he was reaching the surface of the snow prison.
He urged his right arm around and felt his hand grip a cold, sharp object.
He turned it, allowing his eyes to grasp its benevolence.
It was a pure violet crystal shard that seemed to be radiating violet pulses erratically.
Julius' right arm slowly become corrupted by violet, Julius attempted to let go of the crystal but it had embedded itself into his hand.
Strange veins grasped around his palm and in just a few seconds it had managed to successfully wrap itself around his right hand.
