Originally Posted by Draken
The howl of the winds dies and the cold receeds, allowing the sun to shine once more.
The miles wide dire winter that covered the acronyms in a white blanket has retreated into a smaller radius of a mere one thousand feet around the massive Frozen Mountain, which was not there.
But not all is fine and well. For another one thousand feet above the hemisphere of storms is floating a titanic structure, which was not there previously either, but one thing is for sure. Even from this far, the place reeks of great evil.
Crossposted for convenience.