**As the sun climbs to its highest point of the year, it seems to gaze upon the Frozen North. Ice vaporises, cascades of water wash across the continent. The vast icy plains of the north suffer under the terrible glare of the god of Chaos.
As his holy day reaches its peak, the dome of Pharon Gloss collapses. The glooms approach.
Velnashar smiles. A job well done.**