A torrent of white-hot vitality, like magma scouring a riverbed, infused every inch of skin, muscle, meridian....
Within the magma, there were also cold, sharp "grits" constantly rolling.
Ronan felt his body being incessantly torn, destroyed, and melted by these two forces of scorching heat and icy cold... and then remolded!
The slippery, viscous whispers of evil that lingered around his ears suddenly intensified, like countless pieces of sharp metal crazily sliding over smooth glass.
"They" clung to Ronan's ears, hysterically growling at him: "Ice Frost... Hekarter... Ice Frost!... Hekarter!.. Hekarter!!"
The thick ice layer over the Lake of Thoughtlessness split and shattered, as violent, savage, and brutal thoughts surged up from the bottom of the lake.
Ronan's once-prideful firm will was quickly eroded and occupied by another fragmented, ancient, majestic, and evil will.
His consciousness plunged into chaos, constantly flipping between clarity and confusion.
