The howling wind swept across the battlefield, as countless shards of ice, forged into deadly icicles, surged from within the snowy realm like a raging tide. Each spike glistened with the frigid aura of a winter that could freeze entire mountains and rivers. As they tore through the sky, the icicles intertwined midair, weaving into colossal serpentine forms—dragons of ice, howling in fury, spreading across the heavens like a stormfront.
These ice dragons were massive, each one radiating a bone-chilling madness. The moment they emerged from the snow realm, they resembled streaks of white pigment bursting from a shattered frame, flowing freely through the void. Wherever they passed, they painted the skies with a cold, deathly white.
Order and elements alike were frozen solid in an instant. It was as though the snowy realm had begun to devour the very fabric of space-time.
