Harker felt that he himself was slowly freezing, and he struggled. The Ice Giantess just smiled.
"Now imagine how much power of creation would the full piece hold. We thought that Edmund Walton had taken the whole fruit, but he had actually only taken a small bite. How very fitting."
The freezing felt the same way as burning. It was so cold that it burned, that it made the small cells 'combust' and explode within itself.
But somehow, that was the least of Harker's concerns. He could still see with his dismembered eyes that Roland was bleeding to death, while he had no idea what happened to Mina and Joan. And the bodyguards were still waiting for the signal, out in the sea on a ship.
The fate of the world was in his hands, his burden to carry even if he would rather succumb to his personal pain and suffering.
