Upon Death's permission, the wind devouring lizard manifested itself upon the shoulder of it's shivering host. He danced around sporadically for a brief time before the slits on the side of the creature's scaly skin began to open and fan-out. The gills siphoned the air into Tiresias's being, and almost seemed to inflate as it did so; like a failed imitation of a puffer fish. The howling winds that had teared at the hunters before swiftly grew stagnant in a spherical shape around them, seeming as if they had been sealed inside a bubble against the winds raging outside. Adeline hummed with joy as the temperature became something that was at the very least bearable. The next few moments trying to restore the feeling in her limbs, her nose dripping from the vicious cold.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maybe it couldn't be such a problem if you actually wore sssomething other than your paper-thin dress,</span>Tiresias's mocking voice resounded within Adeline's mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if you humans had fur or ssssomething, it wouldn't be such a problem!</span><br/><br/>Adeline's face contorted into one of disdain, limply thwacking her companion from her shoulder. The lizard seemed like he was stuffed by a taxidermist, and fell over in an almost statue-like state. Moments after, the silence between the hunters had be broken by a subtle whisper,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Dammit."</span>The demonic reptile thawed himself from his frozen state and leaped upwards, looking in Death's direction.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What's going on over there, Tiresias?</span>the maiden questioned, her inability to witness and grasp their leader's situation unfolding before them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">There's some black stuff over Death!</span>screamed Tiresias in the halls of Adeline's mental library.<span style="font-style: italic">He just fell over and has some swirly, foggy black stuff all over him!</span><br/><br/>The blind woman gasped, turning her head frantically to find the direction where she heard his last word.<span style="font-style: italic">Don't go near him! You don't know what that stuff is! It could be like... black licorice, or worse; he's transforming into a bomb!</span>Tiresias warned. It was hard to ignore someone in need, and it became difficult to restrain herself from attempting to charge in carelessly into a situation she knew nothing about. Despair began to overthrow her rationality, feeling truly and utterly useless in the situation. Then again, the other hunters are probably in the same position. Tiresias's observations were both kinds helpful and completely worthless, making it difficult to discern what was going on.<br/><br/>"Is this because of his injuries...?" Adeline nervously muttered to herself, "Or perhaps it is like the woman that Death required assistance with last eve... did Lucifer have a hand in this as well?" She shook her head in frustration, "None of this provides an inkling of sense, one disaster just follows in the wake of another."