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Trista sees the glow of quen disappear, and her own vision begin to go foggy, as she raises her hands. She feels her veins boil as the fire spreads from her hands, travelling the short distance to hit Caranthir directly in the face. The navigator reels back, trying to protect his remaining good eye as his helmet rapidly heats up. He manages to protect his eye, but is utterly unprepared to defend himself as Varrin approaches.
Caranthir had a layer of ice protecting his neck, but with Trista's sign, the ice has mostly melted, allowing Varrin's steel to stab upwards beneath the helmet and into Caranthir's throat. The rider of the Hunt gives a disbelieving gasp, before he begins to choke, and goes limp, still impaled on the end of the sword. Trista feels an adrenaline burst of satisfaction as her enemy goes down, but a bolt of excrutiating pain sends her to her knees, cutting the victory short.
From the portal, two more hounds of the Wild Hunt step forward into the chamber, summoned by Caranthir right before he died. With him dead, the four already there will be the last. With the caster dead, too, the frost spell begins to dissipate, the temperature slowly normalising.
