The battle goes on, even as the spells fly to pieces and the rifts snap shut- first one, then the next, then the next. There are still monstrosities on this side, but there are no reinforcements now and no avenue of retreat. Just the endless polar ice, and a lot of very angry humans, both arcane and mundane, with very long distance weaponry.

As things start to lose their nerve and break and run (and a couple of the Deep Ones get the fallen Exploder Wizard off the ice and over to the nearest Scandinavian contingent), Ray takes a moment to push back his hood and wipe his brow on his sleeve. "Looks like I owe Ecto that raise in her allowance after all," he says to no one in particular.