An elf with a glowing arrow watches dark elves on a vast arctic plain under green and violet northern lights and a frozen flame spire.

A vast arctic ice plain at night under a sky of green and violet northern lights. In the background, dominating the horizon, rises the Himmelsturm — not a built tower but a gigantic natural rock spire shaped like a frozen flame, roughly 300 meters tall, dark stone veined with ice, erupting from the endless white glacier like a jagged thorn. At the base of the spire, barely visible, a faint sickly glow hints at entrances carved into the rock. In the middle distance, five or six dark figures move across the ice in a loose hunting formation — the Shakagra, dark elves with pale skin, white spiderweb-like hair, and eyes of pure black, wearing sleek dark Endurium armor that gleams like frozen blood. From their lips, faint threads of violet light curl — their two-voiced song, a corrupted elven magic. They are hunting, moving away from the tower, purposeful and predatory. In the foreground, partially hidden behind a ridge of blue glacier ice, a young woman with almost-human ears, platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and ice-blue eyes watches them through the sights of a drawn bow. She wears white wolf fur armor — layered pelts and leather, no metal, only fur and bone. One warm amber point glows on her arrow. Her face shows not hatred but recognition. These were elves once. Cinematic composition, wide shot emphasizing the vast scale of the ice, the massive flame-shaped rock spire, and the smallness of all figures against it. Palette: deep midnight blues, black rock, white ice, sickly Mehr sehen