Although Sonic was a mental attack, it also affected physical things. Powerful vibrations passed as the Sonic hit again and again.
Very slowly but surely, the ice around his left palm began to melt, his skin and flesh already badly burnt.
Neil continued until both his mental energy and essence were exhausted, then he waited, that was something he had grown really good at.
After waiting for death for months.
His face was devoid of any color, he looked almost like a corpse, his body thinning very slowly.
Again and again, day after day, he used Aquamorph and Sonic to try to break more of the ice.
All the vibrations put very thin cracks in the ice around him but it was far from enough, even this ice was too powerful.
After many, many days, a small space had opened around the palm of his left hand, though his hand was completely unusable by now.
'There should be no beasts around…'
After his cores were refilled, Neil brought out one of the earthquake bombs from his inventory.
