"Poor humans.. Such an unfortunate turn of events, damning yourselves to this fate in an attempt to save your lives. What a shame." The words slithered out from the mouth of a woman, tall and beautiful; her voice cold, but not cruel. She stood at an excess of six feet, with lengthy hair of a silver hue, bright icy-blue eyes, and pure white skin that almost seemed to glow. Her presence in the room was nothing short of commanding; not because of the ornate white and gold armor that covered her from breast to toe, and not because of the chill in her voice when she spoke. No, even without those things, it was her wings that ensured her presence could not be ignored. Brilliant ivory feathers formed them, spanning no less than twelve feet in total and each taller than she.<br/><br/>"It's a pity you had to resort to such drastic measures just to escape that wreck of a city," she continued, eyes locked on the icy prism that showed an image of the wandering Hunters. "Unfortunately, I can't allow any trace of those demons to be left on this earth. It is with a heavy heart that I sentence you to death."<br/><br/>With a melancholy sigh, she waved her hand.<span style="font-style: italic">"Go."</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>As the Hunters traveled in search of respite, the chill surrounding them only grew stronger. With the group split, and Adeline's power unable to protect them all, the cold was nearly unbearable. After at least an hour of searching, one of the Hunters in Sam's party decided to speak up. "Hey.. demons are supposed to be from hell, right? Shouldn't fire be a pretty common ability? I don't get why we still have to deal with this weather, we've got the power of demons backing us up after all," he said with no small amount of irritation in his voice. "Can't we do something about thi-"<br/><br/>Before anyone had time to respond, the ice began to stir. Within moments, chunks were breaking away from the trees and ground around them, shifting and merging together. They formed crude, jagged creatures of ice, faceless and featureless; in an instant, there were dozens of them in all shapes and sizes. They surrounded not only Sam's group, but each of the 4 search parties, as well as the squad left behind to protect Death. Seconds passed in apprehensive silence, and then they charged, icy fangs and claws bared.