The moment the words left Aestrea's lips—
KRAAAAAA-KHHHHHH!!!
The sky split open above them.
It was no longer the eerie green sky... it was as if the heavens themselves had torn apart, replaced by a swirling blizzard of white and pale blue.
A massive storm cloud began to form above Aestrea, spinning like a slow hurricane, glowing from within.
Glacial winds spiraled down, shrieking as they descended into the castle, carrying with them the cold of death itself.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!!
The corrupted stone under their feet shattered completely.
Giant spikes of ice burst up through the floor like fangs, some tearing through the demon's domain walls, some stabbing into the ceiling above.
The temperature dropped so fast that even the red mist around Beelzebub began to freeze, falling to the ground in flakes like dead ash.
Then, Aestrea raised both of his hands.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSHH!!!
