In the middle of space, somewhere hidden in the vast universe, a planet of extremes existed, where fire and ice held equal sway over the landscape. Towering ice spires jutted up from the ground, casting a pale, blue light over the icy plains below. The air was bitterly cold, with gusts of frigid wind whipping snow and ice crystals through the air.
But amidst the icy wastes, there were also great chasms of molten lava, glowing bright red-orange in the darkness. Streams of lava flowed through the cracks in the ice, their heat melting the ice and leaving behind a trail of hissing steam. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and smoke, and the occasional roar of an eruption echoed across the landscape.
Due to the harsh environment, life could not flourish on this planet. Occasionally, natural treasures would form, but due to the opposing nature of this planet, only a select few were strong enough in their growth stage to form.
