The battlefield had been scorched, shattered, and ravaged by fire—but now, it stood eerily still, transformed into a desolate kingdom of frost. The ground, once cracked with molten fury, was now sealed under layers of crystalline ice. Shards of frozen terrain jutted out in all directions like the spines of some ancient beast, glinting beneath the faint snowfall that drifted endlessly from the sky.
The winds howled across the frozen wasteland, carrying with them a biting chill that sank into the bones. The sky itself had dimmed under the spell's influence, blanketed by swirling storm clouds tinged with pale blue. Time itself seemed to slow within the area, each movement weighed down by the suffocating presence of magic.
