Freezes over door

“It’s frozen shut!” a man said.

The Beastseer was nowhere to be found. Aiden looked around carefully. Was he one of the bodies that was on the floor of the car? No, not even one of the bodies that were now melted enough to that their faces weren’t recognizable. He knew who they all were, and he felt his hands tense on his rifle.

“Firestarter, come here!” the commander said.

Firestarters had to be brave; for all their power they were flashy and they tended to be some of the first people that the enemy targeted. Their lifespans tended to be low in actual combat, and their chances of building enough strength to become great was much lower than the Singers, who tended to use their abilities almost constantly.

The Firestarter was a pale, almost emaciated man, and he rose to his feet with almost a swagger.

He stepped over the bodies as though they didn’t mean a thing and he walked toward the door. He put his hand on the door, which began to glow with heat, and there was a sound of ice cracking on the outside.

***

Hell