Elegant Frost

During the harsh winter storms, the land shudders under a bitter cold so deep it turns black and barren. Snow falls thick and heavy, tinged with an unnatural indigo hue that blankets the fields in a frozen, lifeless grip. No crops will sprout, no nourishment will grow, until Taros, the Divine Harvester, arrives to cleanse and restore the fields.

This divine affliction spreads across the entire realm, a constant reminder from the Divines to Syenvel and Vetheri of their punishment and the fragile balance of nature.