The world was ablaze.
The darkness of the night was vanquished, chased away by an immaculate white abyss of incandescent light. The stone rubble burned… the waters of the vast lake burned, too. Fine particles of superheated dust permeated the air, turning the crumbling ruins into an inescapable furnace.
The air itself burned; the sky was suffused with immolating light, turning everything below its merciless expanse into cinders and ash.
The boundless ocean of flames roared, its roars fusing and melting together to speak a litany of words…
Destruction. Ruination. Annihilation.
At the same time, the world was frigid and frozen, devoid of all warmth.
The great lake was covered in ice, frozen solid. Rime and hoarfrost covered the ruins, painting eerie patterns on the stone rubble. The stones themselves had become weak and brittle, ready to break from the smallest touch. Tiny crystals of ice drifted slowly in the frigid air, shining in the pale radiance of the shattered moon.
