"Even for a hero, don't you think that's a little too on the nose?" The Beastmaster shot back, but there was an obvious edge to it. Water vapor in the air crystallized as the new players came into view.
Rhett painfully craned his head to see what was going on. He changed his direction to the left because he heard the screams coming from the right, but the arrival of what the Beastmaster called hero sent a jolt of something close to hope through his broken body.
Were they being saved?
The temperature plummeted so fast that Rhett's breath turned to crystals before it left his lips. The subway tunnel—easily forty feet wide with curved concrete walls that disappeared into darkness on both ends—became a freezer. Frost spread across the tunnel walls like living veins, crackling and hissing as it consumed the moisture-soaked concrete. The puddles of blood beneath him began to crystallize at their edges, turning from crimson liquid to ruby glass.
