The Count's two daughters stumble, blood accidentally spilling from their bowls and onto the pure white snow beneath. They immediately looked terrified, fearing that mistake will gain their father's disfavor. However, for now, he doesn't pay them any heed.

It's the ground shaking under foot that really gets the Count's attention. It's only now that he turns away from the ritual to face the approaching group - the numbers are swiftly increasing, aren't they? - though his face is still neutral as if formed from inorganic porcelain. The blood bowl rests in one hand as the other is extended towards the attackers, and a violent blast of concussive air will rip out through the crowd, knocking anyone in the air to the ground, and possibly knocking those on the ground to their feet.

As they fall, sharp spears of ice will spike up from the ground, intended to pierce those falling - the needle sharp blades will cover the entire area of the courtyard, and avoiding them will be a challenge. There is something in the wind that makes it able to touch even the intangible - angels and ghosts included, and even the most powerful fliers will be pushed back by its force.

Ash's scrying attempt will show only darkness.