A biting frost enshrouds the land, its icy fingers reaching ever outwards. The sun, a faint memory, offers no warmth against the relentless chill. Beneath the perpetual snow, life struggles, clinging to fragile existence in the shadow of a frozen world. Trees stand withered, their branches burdened with rime that glistens like shattered diamonds. T

Within the heart of the inferno, beneath the crackling obsidian flames, dwell the initiated. These are the seekers, bound to the unholy rituals and whispers that command them. Their faces, etched by the heat of their fervor, reflect a devotion unwavering. They serve the flame, seeking knowledge in its dancing heart. Their lives are consumed by the