Those humanoid rifts appeared on the wall's solid ice, and as their bodies cracked slightly, a bone-chilling wind visible to the naked eye began to spread outward, causing the temperature inside the elevator shaft to plummet rapidly.
One worker wearing a miner's lamp was barely brushed by that frigid wind—his body instantly turned a bizarre deep indigo, then he helplessly fell downward.
As he passed by the young Explorer, the boy instinctively reached out and grabbed him. With a brittle snap, a frozen arm was left in the boy's hand, while that icebound corpse kept tumbling down below.
The others who saw this all drew in a sharp breath—just getting touched by that cold was certain death!!
As the chill began closing in on the people clinging to the rope ladder, Charles rushed into the elevator shaft, his eyes darting upward, and transparent tendrils crackling with arcs grew from the walls all around, waving like seaweed.
