Kaga screamed and shot her arm forward, pouring every ounce of the Juggernaut's strength into a jab, aimed straight between Iram's empty eye sockets. Just before it connected, something reached out from inside Iram, and caught her attack. The Juggernaut looked down, and Kaga peered at the arms that clasped her bladed arm between its palms. She stumbled back in shock as a head, unnaturally elongated shot out, letting loose a wail like nails on a chalkboard. She reflexively tried to cover her ears as a black substance started to surround Iram. The thing that had grabbed her arm started to flail about, its fingers clawing at the air and ground, before it was joined by others like it, taking up its banshee cry. They were almost completely transparent, and their bodies bore marks of unbearable suffering. What looked like fresh, open wounds and bruises littered their naked bodies as they howled, their movements frantic, seeking escape. One would get close, their torsos stretching as they crawled for freedom, their forms becoming fainter and fainter, until they are suddenly ripped back into Iram, and another takes its place. They're souls, Kaga realized, recognizing them all as being human. She retched within the Juggernaut as she recognized the masculine and feminine features, and saw the elderly and even children occasionally appear from within the confines of what she could only assume was Iram's own soul: the black vortex within his body.
As the souls breached from Iram, the Juggernaut was forced backward as a blast of cold air, worse than anything she had ever felt, bust out from within him. The Juggernaut was nearly frozen solid, its limbs slowing to a standstill as the tide of intense cold radiated beyond the battlefield. Wherever the unnatural frost touched, the snow instantly froze into solid ice, nearby trees and even rocks shattering from the sub-zero temperature. It's even worse than his initial spell from before! Kaga could barely think as she felt herself freezing over, her limbs becoming numb within the Juggernaut.
The undead that were holding Iram were pulled into the vortex and disappeared completely into the void, and Iram's eyes returned, brighter than ever before. "You think you're a master of Necromancy?" Kaga cried out as the things' shrill voices rose in pitch as their master spoke. "You haven't even begun to truly comprehend its concepts, let alone arrive at its summit." The souls intensified their struggling, their fingers seemingly gripping nothing, and Kaga could swear she could see them scratch the air itself, ripples forming as they were dragged back down into the darkness. Iram took a step forward, and Kaga flinched, the Juggernaut tripping slightly as it responded to her thoughts. "You think your Necromancy is superior to mine?" He took another step, and Kaga felt her breath quicken, and was unable to slow it, a primal fear having gripped her. "I am Death itself!" Kaga screamed as souls suddenly shot forward and grabbed the Juggernaut, and began to drag it, and Kaga, towards Iram.
The creatures began ripping off chunks of the frozen Juggernaut, dragging it into the abyss in the center of Iram's body, and Kaga realized her real body was becoming more and more exposed. "You thought you could beat me using my own power? Foolish girl." The Juggernaut was rapidly losing pieces of itself, becoming smaller and smaller until Kaga realized she had to abandon it completely. She disconnected herself from its body, and tried to eject herself from it, but only twitched weakly, her strength having seemingly completely abandoning her. From within the dwindling Juggernaut, she managed to barely move her head, and looked directly at one of the Darkhearts. Her eyes widened as she saw it was wreathed in an ghostly red glow as it leaned against her, and she could only imagine the other was the same. She closed her eyes and cursed herself, realizing her mistake, before she felt the souls grab her and forcibly yanked her out of the crumbling remains of her undead. "The dead fuels me. I get stronger with every soul I claim, every body I consume."
Fast as lightning, the souls slammed her into the ground, and Iram snatched up his Darkhearts, plunging them into the middle of her arms. Kaga wailed as his left blade pierced her remaining good arm, and she was pinned into the ground with her arms outstretched. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at the weapons holding her in place, and saw that the Darkheart in her left, skeletal arm was in between the gap of her forearm, and assumed it was the same for her right. "Your biggest mistake, however, was keeping the Darkhearts so close to you." He leaned down close to her face, his mouth opening slightly, and Kaga squirmed as a horrible chill escaped his mouth and caressed her face. "Have you not heard of the Darkheart's legendary ability to siphon the life out of their opponents, giving it to their master?" She struggled against her bond, but it only hurt as she couldn't muster what strength she had left to force the weapons upward. "Oh, but I do not blame you. They viciously sting anyone who dares try to handle them who is not their master." Iram straightened, and looked down at her, seemingly in disappointment. "But that wouldn't of stopped me, of course. I was in a very similar position once, a very long time ago."
