As the dome expanded, a chilling shockwave rippled outward, washing over the frozen plaza like a tide of absolute zero. The ice mist thickened, condensed, and solidified into towering pillars of rime that erupted from the ground in jagged columns. Each pillar was unique, some twisted like tortured spines, others straight as spears, all of them glowing with a faint internal light that pulsed like frozen heartbeats.
Yenna stood at the center of this new landscape, her pale eyes reflecting the icy pillars surrounding her, and spoke in a voice that carried the weight of glacial millennia.
"The sky is sealed in rime, and the earth is a monument to all that must die. Welcome to your eternal winter. Reality Annex: Graveyard of a Hundred Pillars."
