"Ahhh, I see what it is..." a cold voice said, the sound cutting through the hall with sobering clarity.
Clara's eyes narrowed instantly.
The voice had not come from within the block of ice.
It had come from behind her.
Slowly, Clara turned, staring coolly through the haze of frost and cold.
"You did all this for some fleeting glory...A lesser man would've probably died..."
A dark figure moved in the darkness stepping through the haze of steam and vapor, his silver eyes glowing eerily from within the mist.
Klein's face paled.
"Shit..."
With a wave of her hand, the cloud disappeared revealing a familiar silver-eyed figure within it.
Merlin stood several paces away completely unharmed, silver lightning drifting lazily around his body while his demeanour remained calm and unreadable.
The frozen figure trapped within the pillar abruptly cracked apart with a sharp horrendous crunch before collapsing into glittering fragments of ice.
