The image of that child, with the glowing red cracks in his skin, is something that Inessa will never be able to forget to her dying day. No, it's no longer a child, not in any sense. There's nothing left of him now, just as there wasn't in the abominations lumbering down the halls of her tower, just as--

Focus.

Acting quickly, she calls upon her affinity for ice, causing a ring of it to sprout up from the ground to hold the abomination in place. It stops just short of the head, Inessa trying to give Herian her chance. Then she darts toward Ciri with Garahel, ready to guard and heal as need be.