Cold, icy winds blew on the planet's unforgiving surface. Bitter slaps of tiny ice particles rested on the Granians, Ethisians, and Humans' flesh with temperatures starting to drop as each minute passed. The sun, shining dimly, did not offer any warmth at any degree, only doing the job of keeping the area well-lit.
The winds picked up in pace and speed, blowing specks of dust clouds of snow and ice. It's like the environment of the planet sensed the incoming tension that was about to spawn between the two races about to go to war. It was amusing and surprisingly coincidental.
