The realm of Dragons is a frozen wasteland even thirty years later. Not much has changed, except that the nephilim have been driven out by the Dragons and a mysterious white haired man. The only means of access is still being physically pulled through your own mind. The landscape, for the most part, is still relatively uncharted, and the amount of time a being stays in this realm can vary. Anywhere between an hour and five minutes to eternity have been clocked in by many goers who were pulled into this realm. The never-ending tundra is enough to drive a traveler mad, and the lack of beings other than Dragons will put anyone on a permanent edge.