Ty swung the blade, the metal slicing through the tendril. For a heartbeat, he thought he heard something – a faint scream, like the echo of a lost soul. He didn't have time to dwell on it, forced to spin and deflect another incoming strike. The black flames surged along the blade, helping him cut through the icy tendrils, but each swing sent jolts of pain through his already frozen limbs.
The acid pits were growing, spreading across the room like a sinister tide. Ty's heart pounded as he realized he couldn't keep dodging forever. He needed to find the exit – now. His eyes darted across the ice, searching, and then he saw it. A door, barely visible through the fog and frost, standing at the far end of the room. He didn't hesitate. With one last burst of black flames, he propelled himself toward it.
