Hydroth was knocked back by Lucy's brash attack. He jumped off to the side, and stopped putting his hand up, signaling for Lucy to stop. Hydroth let out a little laugh.
"You're not some undead...Are you? Just who...or what are you creature...?" He asked, getting back to his feet.
The ice had all but melted. A thin sheet of it still lay over the water where the heroes had battled against Ner'Zhul, but hardly enough to support even a single person. Silence filled the air, as well as the smell of blood. The silence was broken, as the sound of spurs clanking was heard. A man dressed in a spaghetti western attire walked across the thin ice, walking so softly he nearly levitated above it. He approached a mangled corpse close to where the tower had stood and he knelt down, resting his hand upon the unidentifiable body, he sighed.
"Khral...My brother who has done this to you...?" He stood back up turning, walking away. As he walked away Khral's corpse erupted in flames and the flames dance across the ice. The man took one final look at where his brother had lay before disappearing into the darkness.