739 The Michael Bay of spells

Reima "Looks like her plan didn't go as expected..."

Ciri shakes her head, "You think?" she snaps back, giving an apologetic expression afterwards, "Sorry... I'm just not sure how to process all of this."

Reima "Process what? Your ancestor apparently created the White Frost, what else is there to know?"

Ciri "Oh, I don't know... Maybe the fact that the thing I was trained to sacrifice myself to stop was created by my ancestor? The fact that Avallac'h was heavily involved in influencing everything until now? Or maybe the fact that some godly being may still be out there with a grudge against those with the Elder Blood?"

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Reima slowly nods, "Yeah, now that I think about it, the being she described reminds me of something I met a while ago..."

Ciri sits on a nearby rock and rests her head in her hands, "Great... I don't suppose you made it a deal with it?"

Reima shakes his head, "No, a vampire destroyed any thoughts of doing that." he mutters. remembering Lothaire.

Ciri "Atleast that's some good news... Any idea on how to stop that?" she nods up at the rift.

Reima shrugs, "The rift leads to the void, but I still have no idea if its possible to close it... Maybe if we cause it to implode?" he mutters.

Ciri "And how would we do that?" she questions, not seeing any hope of achieving that.

Reima taps his foot on the marble floor for a moment before perking up, "What about that spell? The one that passes through objects before becoming a miniature black hole?"

Ciri "Ah, that... But it's nowhere near powerful enough to... You want to use the void to power it?" she questions, seeing his shifty expression.

Reima grins, "If we don't destroy the universe then it'll work..."

Ciri "That's a big "if" Rei, you sure we won't just make things worse?" she questions hesitantly.

Reima shrugs, "Might as well right? If we don't stop this then it'll destroy the universe anyway... The White Frost will keep consuming worlds and spreading to the next, and while I like snow as much as the next person, having it 24/7 would be a bummer."

Ciri "Well... No time like the present then? We should get started as soon as possible, Ichor might still be in danger." she says, standing up and brushing the dust off of her pants.

Reima nods, glancing at the shield covering them and getting an idea... "Let's take a look around and find a good spot to begin. I doubt this shield will do anything positive for our efforts." he states, walking out after safely stowing away the journal within his Folded Space.

Ciri "Why didn't you do this earlier?" she complains as the walk to get directly under the rift's epicenter.

Reima "I didn't think it would work, that's all. No point in complaining as nothing was lost, right?"

Ciri "We lost a lot of time walking up here." she adds, making Reima feel like the husband being insulted as he drives.

Reima ignores her for a while before eventually spotting something strange... Their vision was only completely impaired but he could vaguely see a silhouette? "What's that?" he mutters as they approach.

Ciri gasps as they reach it... It's a person completely frozen in ice. A middle-aged looking woman who's holding her hands into the air towards the rift, a look of shock permanently frozen on her face. "Th-this is Nelenthi?" she asks, not sure if it's truly her.

Reima nods, "Yeah... Seems like she didn't expect the rift either. Her soul isn't present, either it moved on or got eaten by the one she spoke about."

Ciri "Can we do anything for her? I don't want to just leave her here..."

Reima "You should focus on the task at hand, if we survive we can give her a proper burial... I'm only 50% sure we'll get through this to be honest." he says with a forced nervous chuckle.

Ciri "Thanks for the encouragement Rei, its good to know we're betting our lives on a coin toss."

Reima shakes his head, "Alright, enough talking... I'll start the spell, all you need to do is channel as much magic into it as possible. Do it at a steady rate so I can keep up or we might just implode ourselves." he mutters, the thought of such a thing not sounding that great...

He raises his hands up to the rift like Nalenthi had been, Ciri mimicking him as he begins attempts to create a tiny portal to the void itself... Previously, when he conjured portals without thinking of a location they'd end up leading to this world, it being the weakest link in the proverbial chain of worlds. This time, he was specifically trying to open a portal to the void, this is essentially what created the White Frost, but to a much, much smaller scale.

Once the portal is opened a shockwave occurs, blasting freezing wind from the small opening in time and space. Reima quickly seals it within a cocoon of Elder Blood Magic that seals it temporarily. "Ciri, now!" he calls, casting the black-hole spell while incasing the void portal within it.

The portal acts like an air-canister filling a balloon, granting the spell an incredible amount of magic in a small amount of time, giving Reima the impossible task of stabilising it... The introduction of Ciri's magic allows him to reinforce the cocoon which gives him more time to prepare the spell.

Soon enough, a large orb of pulsing turquoise magic hovers above them, it's only a fraction of a fraction of the size of the rift... But the power contained within it "should" be able to destabilise it and possibly cause it to implode... That, or it'll add energy to the rift and tear the universe asunder.

Reima "Dooooo ieeetttttttt!" he shouts, finally unleashing the orb at the rift, the maelstrom of overflowing power heading straight for it.

Once it's far enough away from them Reima, stores the frozen body of Nalenthi and picks up Ciri... Teleporting out of there as the spell is about to collide with the rift.

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