Lister suddenly looked up, somewhat dazed, as he was commanding the garrison troops to fend off the attack while trying to keep the harbor running. He stared in the direction of the City-State.
In the City-State, mysterious twisted buildings surged up from otherwise normal streets, the distant land twisted and overturned, and faint thorn-like phantoms covered the mountains, chaotic shadows descending from illusions. Amidst this terrifying and eerie scene, a delicate and pale "dust" suddenly began to drift down.
This pale dust appeared out of nowhere in the sky, falling like the first snow of winter. It passed through overlapping phantoms and streets of twisted shapes, lightly settling on the streets of Frost—weightless yet seemingly endless.