|work| Freeze 23 12 29 Chloe Temple Corrupted Priest X Top May 2026

The spell hit him not as a force, but as a void. It was a mathematical imperative, a geometric lock. The energies of the sanctum converged on the X-frame. Top’s struggles ceased instantly. His body went rigid, tendons snapping tight against the bone. He became a figure of perfect geometry, locked into the shape of the crossing, a living intersection of pain and preservation.

The "Top" designation in her grimoire had referred to the apex of the ritual—the primary conduit. His vitality began to drain, the heat of his life force siphoned away to feed the hungry winter outside. The blue light of the freeze spell enveloped him, turning his skin to alabaster, his eyes to glass. freeze 23 12 29 chloe temple corrupted priest x top

Chloe climbed the dais, her bare feet leaving no prints in the frost that coated the stone. She approached the sacrificial offering bound to the X-shaped frame at the center of the altar. The spell hit him not as a force, but as a void

The air crystallized instantly. The breath of the acolytes, frozen in their throats, turned into shards of ice that pierced their lungs. They stood like statues in the candlelight, paralyzed by the unnatural cold. The candles did not flicker; the flames themselves froze in mid-dance, suspended in time. Top’s struggles ceased instantly

Chloe Temple, the Corrupted Priestess, watched with detached hunger as the man was stripped of everything but his shape. The clock struck the half-hour. The year was nearly over. The freeze was complete, and the new world of ice had begun.

Top gritted his teeth, a growl rumbling in his throat. "Your god is a lie, Priestess. The sun returns."