The confines of the ice cave, reshaped by necromantic energy into a space no larger than a living room, left Kris with no avenue for escape.
Silent under the threat of the demon-slaying cursed spear, Kris refrained from any sudden movements and held her peace.
Satisfied with her compliance, Jason extended a finger, tracing intricate patterns in the frigid air. As he wrote, his movements left behind words and sentences crafted in light blue frost. The message formed was clear: 'Your body is in my possession. If you wish to return to it, cooperate.'
To underscore his point, Jason then produced a stark white coffin from his magical storage and set it down with a definitive "dong". It was the vessel containing Kris's physical form.
Kris gasped, her eyes locked onto the coffin with a mix of astonishment and realization.