*Trayah opens the door, revealing a swirling portal, a vortex into elsewhere. Walking through, Trayah and Obscurity feel a strange unsettling feeling of disorientation, and then they are...elsewhere. Before vision returns, Trayah suddenly feels more powerful spirit energy than he has ever felt before, much more powerful, making Angiat's flame seem like a tiny insignificant candle. The next feeling is the cold in the room, much more extreme than anything before, a boreal chill that threatens to overwhelm. The next thing is the isolation--Trayah feels as if this place has been completely cut off from the Spirit World. None of his spirits but Amanal have contact with him here--this place must have become disconnected from other places somehow, perhaps to keep something locked within, inaccessible to any spirits who would wish to tamper.*
*Now the ordinary senses return. Lyssa gasps. Ahead of them is a pathway made entirely out of beautiful crystalline ice, twisting into spiral icy stairs up and around to a magnificent platform, on which stands a colossal chunk of ice enveloping a female figure with shimmering hair, bedecked in flowers, a being of indescribable beauty. Curled around the icy prison is a sleeping dragon of titanic size, translucent and sparkling, as if chiseled entirely from ice that shines like diamonds. Swirling around and above the dragon and the imprisoned woman in ice, a beautiful flurry of flower petals, every colour of the rainbow, drifts lazily and beautiful in an unseeable ethereal zephyr, making a prismatic collage in the air above.*