Zelros raised both hands high and chanted the ancient Spell, "Seal the Soul in Ice, purify the traces of the heart, shroud the Source of Life with endless Frost!"
As his voice rolled out, low and forceful, every word was like a blade rending the air, driving the surrounding temperature down in an instant to hundreds of degrees below zero.
In that brief, suffocating, bone-piercing chill, a heavy shell of Ice, crystal-clear and gleaming with a faint bluish ghost-light, rapidly rose from the altar, like a colossal, sharply faceted "coffin," slowly sealing Amy within.
On the surface of that ice shell were Engraving the Runes left by the ancestors of the Star Pupil Race; they seemed to possess a rhythm of their own, flickering with a bewitching radiance under the night, like the pulse of life itself.
Confronted with this harsh yet sacred rite, everyone held their breath, not daring to allow the slightest stray thought to intrude.
