I can use yours, you can use mine.

"So what's the way for you to give me the shard when you are stuck inside the ice?" Mark blinked, touching the ice. "You said you used up all your power, and I myself can do nothing to this ice. It's like I am hitting metal with the hands of an ant."

He had tried everything that might work. For hell sake, he had even used Alchemy Shapeshifting on it but it was as if he was grasping at thin air. 

His powers felt useless. The frozen waters of the River of Destiny were indeed not simple.

"Violence, violence, violence. Is that the only answer for you?" Reol'ran sighed. "Violence is not the only way, you f—" She stopped herself short and cleared her throat. "Anyway, Mark. Just do what I say and everything will be clear to you why I had worked SOO hard to come here and bring you here at the same time."

Mark just looked at the woman's beautiful figure buried inside the crystalline, transparent ice. She was motionless.