Dragon Purity(1)

Desmond's gaze fixated on the hypnotized slave beside him, his mind contemplating the possibilities. "Perhaps there's no harm in giving it a try, right?" he mused, his thoughts veering towards an experimental path.

Meanwhile, the slave remained motionless, her vacant expression akin to that of an inanimate object, devoid of agency, simply awaiting use.

Lowering his gaze, Desmond peered into the gaping hole in the ground where an elf lay. "The principle might be the same," he pondered aloud. "After all, refrigeration slows down the process of decay, doesn't it?" He nodded affirmatively, reassuring himself of the plausibility.

The incantation escaped Desmond's lips, and a chill began to pervade the air. Ice materialized, sealing the hole with a veil of frozen earth. Yet, just before the task was completed, a peculiar sight caught his attention. The slave, still under hypnosis, displayed an expression of fear.