Neither Living Nor Dead

Within the cold, icy world of his mind, Hauke struggled against the chains that bound him. He needed to find a way. Any way, to break free of the shackles that Eraric had placed on him. His wrists ached and blood dripped from his ankles but nothing he did produced any change in the thick chains of ice that kept him stretched between two pillars of ice as though he were a skin hung for drying. 

Worse, since the ancestors were torn away from him, he'd come to a cruel, sickening realization. Eraric had used, at most, one fifth of Hauke's own strength to bind him within his own mind, preventing him from interfering with the battle between the others and Ashlynn. But now that the ancestors were gone, Eraric's lingering sorcery could use as much of Hauke's energy as it needed to.