A sprawling northern realm defined by its ethereal glow and perpetual winter. Home to the Prismari Glimmer-kin, this land merges the harsh reality of arctic survival with the surreal beauty of fey-touched crystalline growths. Vast forests of ice-clad pines shelter settlements built around geothermal vents. The atmosphere is thin and crisp, often shimmering with aurora-like energies that bleed from the numerous cavern entrances. Life here is a delicate balance of harvesting magic and enduring the cold.