In the chapel, The ring on Narrhil's finger begins to shimmerlight. The wand in his hand too.
All of the ice daggers with the glowing dots of violet cyanish. light  stuck into the front doors do the same.
As does the melted harp in the corner.
Light shimmers from within Narrhil's pack.

The kitchen, the steps within the wall, the cellar are bare.
In the dome, the worm and the withered corpse both shimmer.

Caveman wrote:

[These ice daggers, from the flying entity. So they ae still around Narrhil in abundance?]

[They came from Narrhil's hands, not a flying entity. There are many, but their strange illumination is fading away. Narrhil has seen this before.]

[Yes, when you were trying to cast a mere ice dart or something at the dog, the unexpected onslaught of these violet daggers exploded from Narrhil's hands, then the ink faded away and the warmth returned, was the events.]
The harp is bent, there are two strings that Narhill has reattached. It could be lifted once but it is melted into the stone floor.

Reality begins to spin and again the hollow echoing of screams filled Narrhil's mind but distant.
He stands in a clearing, the snow is trampled at his feet. A figure approaches him silhouetted by flames .



 

True.

The words echo like music in Narrhil's mind behind his closed lips. The figure and dog amble past silently,  revealing the burning church in the distance, both smelling of fire and pitch and without any notice of the cryomancer at all.

The figure and its dog slowly move, only the hound's paws making the soft crunch against icy snow, it's strong pants sending tufts of condensate rising.
Tiny slivers of candle light quickly extinguish off to the right and left, but the figure ignores it.
Narrhil hears quieted whispers as he follows behind at unnoticeable distance.

The trees begin to block the dim star glow that is illuminating Narrhil's prey.
 

Narrhil catches up in the darkness to see the shrouded figure ahead crossing a frozen stream on a rope bridge while the dog waits.  Once the figure is across, the dog follows.