Alright. I'll take a swing at it.
A sea of mist surged toward the obsidian outcropping where Tamios stood. Muttering words in an ancient tongue, he braced himself for the cold as it threatened to roll over him. In the distance, lightening etched angry sigils against the blackened sky, moving slowly closer. Beneath him, the ground began to quake as pieces of the dark rock were sent skyward, only to be tossed about by the mounting wind.
It has always been a perilous undertaking to summon a Council of the Elements. Little did he know that the summoning would the least of his worries.