"No fucking clue. But it looked like Elijah when I was following it."

Elijah. The name they hadn't mentioned since Nida had told the story of how he'd ended up so broken. Of course he'd followed the ghost of his torment. And now? Now the creature that it had truly been was attacking Ignis. Not that it could turn easily to defend itself.

Nida pushed the rest of the way to his feet, and with his hands and legs too shakey to be relied upon for a good fight, he instead dove back into his magic. He didn't trust the lightning with Ignis so close, and Aero wouldn't do much when the thing was anchored. He didn't have a lot options, so he chose fire, hoping it wouldn't soften the ice too much. He grabbed the spell and threw the fireball, this aimmed for the more wooden core of the creation.