An ice anomaly.
Lucinda had been admiring the crystal clear, graceful, and cool tree for some time now. The white mist enveloping its branches created the illusion of a lush, blooming tree, about to reveal its first fruits to this world — the seeds of the law of Ice and Wind.
Everyone held their breath in mute expectation, only occasionally casting frightened glances at the fragments of ice statues at the foot of this beautiful but dangerous tree, which served as a reminder of impatience and carelessness to all those gathered.
The tree knew no mercy. Being the heart and the very source of an all-consuming anomaly, it jealously guarded its fruits, bringing down anyone who dared to cross the invisible line.
By the alluring fluctuations of the mysterious force and the elements themselves, everyone, from beasts to creatures from other worlds, felt how the first seeds of the law would soon ripen.
The wait was coming to an end.
