From the shattering ice, a haunting spectacle unfolded. Corpses began to rise—not just a few hundred thousand, but billions of them. They emerged like a relentless tide, their ashen forms stretching endlessly across the horizon, enveloping the entire landscape.
The air grew thick with a chilling mist, and the once-brilliant reflections of the ice dimmed as shadows swallowed the light. The dimension itself seemed to groan under the weight of an ancient sorrow, growing dark and ominous. Wisps of fog twisted around the skeletal figures, and a faint, mournful wailing echoed through the abyss, sending shivers down the spine.
