Vale continued his somber saunter without fear, assuming that Ophelia hadn't laid a trap for him, else the plume Mias sent to follow her would have already sniffed it out and warned him.
Vale rounded the corner, and at the end of the hall, where the level floor rose into a ramp, he saw it still there…
"Crystal Prison…"
An ability that Ximena had no way to free herself from.
Vale thought back to the description, and focused on that last line…
[Crystal Prison] - [As the Heir of Crystal, you walk a path of broken shards. The many crystal reflections cast from your frozen blood show only the truth, but give rise to falsities. To hold close is to condemn. To push away is to save. It's your fate to pick what the crystal's reflection sees. But beware, for a reflection that gazes upon itself is doomed to endless captivity, absent the intervention of another.]
The workers would be able to dig her out, given time, but…
There were many, many complications with that.
