Breathing from every surface, gazing from every corner, stalking every moment, the horror of the cave wasn't a woman, but an endless loop of a structure that watched its prisoners' every moment. And the party of misfits arriving through her servant's portal were treated no differently. She'd watched them for two days at this point, and everything from the quarrels to the lovemaking and all that was left in between, she'd soaked it all like a sponge.
'A curious bunch for sure.' She thought her eyes still glaring down at the party as they attempted to look for her. 'Too bad they're not gonna be alive for long.'
Having trapped them in a castle of ice–something she'd decided on because of Helga's spears, the horror flooded the room with cold air enough to freak out the very blood in everyone's veins. Feeling their bodies stiffen up to the cold, and their eyes slowly losing their vision, Raven and his party were forced down onto their knees.
