Gladar began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself.
Suddenly, the ice dome shook and light dimmed. They looked up, to see a dark, sinister shape on the top. It smashed the top of the ice straight through onto them below. "Move!" shouted Gladar as icicles rained down on them. But there was no where to go. Everywhere, the shards, sharp as knives, hailed down. The only thing they could do is watch. Suddenly, a huge piece fell towards Freya and Raja. Gladar leapt towards them, arms outstreched, eyes burning with determination... And he grabbed it, the sheet that was about to crush them, driving it upwards, and even as he did he was glowing with a strange light, and the ice was still falling...
He fell to the ground, panting. The bizarre glow was all over him now. Pain wracked his bod, and he gave a scream of anguish...
And then the ice sheet fell on him. But it did not crush him...
And he threw it off, leaping up with a wounded cry...
And light burst out from him, and he was consumed by it...
***
Kyurem swooped down, landing with a thud. The remaining ice shattered. For a second, all was still, bar Gladar's illuminated convulsions. Then the screams began.