A place of peace, frozen over by a protective shell. The Runah Empire struggle to rule over the dome, and under it. The land is a warrior, prompted into every battle instigated on its snowy soil, and a force of nature to be reckoned with. Beneath the dome is the only safe part of the frosty wasteland, safe from the cold and hostile crystalline vitrification alike, and probably the safest haven of all time. A utopia where crime is minimal, and addressed carefully.

There is no safe road to get there, and most inhabitants are second-generation at best, with easily countable numbers of recent first-generation Runah War refugees.

Their buildings don't extend up, they extend down, away from the cold and closer to the warmth of a possibly infinite mantle layer.