vanessa hands frost the chalice containing blade's blood. he lifts it up for all to see. the vampires begin to chant en masse, some long- forgotten invocation in the vampire tongue.
frost shakes, possessed by an unseen force. a wind picks up from nowhere, swirling about the chamber, accompanied by a strange
-- the invocation of lamagra reaches critical mass. frost is consumed by a hellish force, unable to withstand the onslaught of spirit energy any longer.
the aftermath. smoke hangs heavy in the air, occluding the area where frost had stood. as it dissipates, mercury and the others creep forward, apprehensive --
silence, just the steady drip-drip of liquid draining. the underworld temple gleams with a crimson sheen now.