The earth was constantly shaking in a terrifying way, changing the natural and circulating landscape, created by thousands of years of natural coincidences.
The skies were tearing apart, the clouds that should have covered the heavens were entering everywhere, the fog that covered the sky surrounded the whole place indifferent to the fight, but even this suffered marks of the great battle that was happening.
The earth rose with each blow, creating new mountains and cliffs. Rivers were shattered and new ones were created from the old.
Trees were uprooted, never to be planted again on this land.
Mountains of ice rose imposing next to the mountains of ice, the great amount of cold in the place expanded in a way that the damage to the climate in the place would be something permanent.
