The plague turned physical? Vitus questioned, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Could it be spoken with, then? Could it be summoned, like the thunder and wind here had been? Would he risk trying?

Perhaps later, when he was alone again, he would not risk his aunt in something so foolish. Later he would chant again, sacrifice again, but later.

Sharp eyes locked onto the crack in the ice, something drawing him in as the thunder echoed in the distance as if saying yes, there. There. He moved forward then, taking the lead quickly, if he could squeeze in then Wardruna would be able to as well after all. It gets bigger! He called back, squeezing to the side. The very air pulsed with a power, as if his own heart shifted to match with the rune.

He was drawn in, then, moving to stand on his hind legs he balanced on the wall and pressed down on the rune to try and dislodge it. Claws scraping ice, trying to get a grip on the thing.