As with the knife and magic before, the ball begins to slow as it hits the barrier, but with all the magic wrapped around it, it continues on much farther, much faster, though no where near as fast as it had been when thrown.

It's been reduced to a crawl when it finally hits the castle wall, ice splinters shattering out in poetically slow motion as the magic wrapped around it begins to spider up the walls like lightening, moving ever so slowly, but surely causing cracks in the stone and mortar even as the splinters of ice are still falling.

With every crack, the energy seems to move just a fraction faster, the wall where the ball had hit starting to crumble in slow, but increasingly faster motion. A stone starts to tumble out, it's mortar crumbled to dust. Then another. Then another until the entire section begins to fold in on itself, a cloud of dust starting to billow out, meeting the knife as it finishes it's journey, only to be knocked from the air by yet another falling stone.

Faster and faster now, almost too fast, the ground shaking as the outer wall continues to fall until it's all just a pile of crumbled rock and dust.

Behind the gathered heroes, there is the deep bong of the clock tower bells as they begin to chime the hour.