"It could be conjured instantly?"
The chilling realization of the Horror while trapped in the ice was dreadful, feeling itself unable to escape its grip any longer. Even if it managed to break free, the wounds it had sustained meant its death at Gin's hands was certain. Struggling was futile once it found itself in that position.
Then, it stared directly at Gin, who removed the bone dagger that had nearly reached his face and closed the distance between them. With a self-deprecating laugh, the Horror let out a shrill cry, though it wasn't a signal for help—just a last resort to frighten Gin.
Gin remained unfazed and slowly stretched out his hand after motioning the sequence for his repository, confident that the Horror would not escape its grasp given the situation it was in.
Tap—!
