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Ignacio struggled against the suffocating mist wrapping around his body, like a poisonous gas that controlled him.

Aidan began to glow blue, tribal tattoos climbing from his chest up his neck to his face.

His blue eyes flared like frozen glaciers, drawing runes in the air and summoning winter.

The snow merged with Nyx’s magic.

The whirlwind began to surround Ignacio—darkness, gold, and white swirling together.

No matter how hard he fought, the icy layer froze his limbs, trapping him in