The frozen forest stood as it always had. Enshrouded in mist, its trees shook their branches covered in blue needles and white flowers, spreading their pollen and seeds all over the place.
Some seeds fell near grown trees, where they died on frozen slush, where they had no warmth or ground to grow from. But most were carried by wind away, away…
Where they entered the cloud of acidic gas, and withered even faster.
Meanwhile, the cloud spread to already grown trees. It burned their bark and made their needles fall off within minutes of exposure. Although I couldn't see the acidic clouds themselves despite sending my astral projection right where they could be, I could see their effects.
Amazing effects!
An entire section of the forest stopped growing, which meant the trees' deaths. There were no emergency workers nearby to see this and cheer, but the astral projections of scouts monitoring this section of the frozen forest were exchanging exciting thought-messages.
