A biting frost cloaks 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 persists, clinging to fragile existence in the shadow of a frozen world. Trees stand withered, their branches laden with rime that glistens like shattered diamonds. The wind

Within the heart of the inferno, where the crackling obsidian flames, dwell the faithful. These are the seekers, bound to the unholy rituals and incantations that bind them. Their faces, marked by the heat of their fervor, reflect a devotion absolute. They serve the flame, seeking power in its burning heart. They dedicate their every moment by the