My wife sees the future.
The battlefield had transformed into a frozen wasteland, where Ice ruled as an Absolute. Every other element was severely suppressed, and entities that relied on these elements were helpless. It was as if the overwhelming cold drained their strength. Even Mana itself struggled to exist here.
The ground was covered in rough ice, sharp and treacherous, radiating a cold so intense that it felt like it would freeze the blood of anyone who stood on it for too long.
From a large boulder to the smallest sand particle, every little thing was frozen. Even normal wind currents had turned into dangerous knives because they carried tiny ice shards sharp enough to cut through skin and armor.
These shards weren't just sharp—they carried a freezing energy that could turn a perfectly functioning body into a solid ice structure from the inside out.