The world before them was a scene beyond imagination.
The sky and earth seemed to have been forcibly divided by some invisible power, forming two sharply distinct worlds.
Beneath their feet stretched a boundless ice field. Farther away, ice mountains rose in rolling chains and glaciers crisscrossed the landscape. The ice was thousands of feet thick, refracting a deep blue glow beneath a faint light of unknown origin.
Countless ice crystals covered the frozen plain like scattered diamonds, glittering with cold, brilliant radiance.
Cold air rose from the ground and condensed into a fine icy mist, shrouding the entire plain in a hazy, dreamlike veil.
The sight in the sky was equally suffocating: a domain ruled entirely by thunder.
Countless ink-black thunderclouds hung high overhead. Some stretched for miles, others spanned hundreds of miles, occupying the heavens like floating black continents.
Thick, serpentine bolts of lightning darted between the clouds, unleashing deafening roars and churning the heaven and earth energy into a violent frenzy.
Strangest of all, these thunderclouds did not hover motionlessly. They constantly moved and collided.
Whenever two thunderclouds collided, an earth-shaking thunderclap erupted, and a lightning pillar thousands of feet long crashed down from the clouds, striking the ground below.
The descending bolts resembled divine swords of judgment, carrying the might to destroy everything.
Some bolts tore through the ice field, carving out ravines.
Yet others did not explode upon striking the ice as they normally would. Instead, they froze the instant they touched it.
Those savage, raging bolts solidified into lightning-shaped ice pillars the moment they struck the surface, preserving their descending forms like works of art frozen in time.
The pillars were eerily translucent, with the power of lightning sealed inside. Faint electrical arcs could be seen flowing slowly within, as though they might tear