The Realm of Phola can be described in one word...cold. The water of Phola has been frozen over for who knows how long, not much plant life or wild life remains minus that which has found ways to adapt(often in a way that proves dangerous to those that encounter them), and the warmth of the sun fails to fully find what lives below it’s glow. Stories that are centuries old, speak of a time before those stories were even written to be told, where the world of Phola was fertile and flush with life. The sun’s rays brought some kind of heat to the days, strange salty water could pour from one's face due to being…”too hot”...until something happened. Most stories state it was a heated battle between god-level beings, some tales tell of a curse cast upon the land, fewer account point to the destructive habits from inhabitants of the time, warning those of that ancient era of the habitat that their actions would have indeed brought to pass.
In any case, the present Phola, despite the environmental difficulties, have found a way to not only survive, but to begin creating what could even be described as a somewhat thriving world, not without its many hardships, and certainly not without it’s danger, but a sort of harmony amongst the many harmful, and more deadly dynamics, Phola provides it’s denizens.