The sound caused everyone on the battlefield below to pause and stare upward at the incredible sight: a cloudburst of water, large enough to drown a village, exploding on contact with the body of Vrath a thousand yards high. Jilana gasped at the sight.
The brunt of the impact was borne by Jarsun.
For by wrapping himself around his prey’s body, he had encased Vrath in a protective layer of his own flesh. The force of the water striking his thinly spread form was so intense that it caused Jarsun to lose bodily cohesion completely. His flesh was smashed into a thousand tiny droplets.
He exploded like a cloud of spray in midair.
The cloud of spray drifted down like a red mist, carried eastward by a current from the southwest.
As the cloud was borne away by the wind, those below watched to see what had happened to Vrath.
Vrath’s body remained floating in midair, no longer entwined by Jarsun, but now entirely encased in water. The water was several yards deep, forming a giant block roughly rectangular in shape. The edges and sides of this block were not smooth or perfect; they were wavering and fluid, rippling in the current of wind, but the water cohered into this shape and remained thus. In the center of this rough shape was Vrath’s body, now only blurrily visible but somehow still intact.
As all watched, the block of water began to harden and grow more blue in hue.
Despite the morning sun shining down, in just a few moments, the block had frozen solid, and remained where it was, hovering in midair, a thousand yards above the blood-soaked battlefield.