The air shimmers with a faint, silvery glow, threads of ethereal light weaving through the space like invisible veins pulsing softly. Exposed flesh tingles as if pricked by a thousand unseen needles, skin growing unnaturally thin and translucent under the hallow's subtle pressure. Sparks of arcane fire dance harmlessly at first, then sear deeper, while chilling winds bite with amplified ferocity, every non-physical force carving paths through vulnerable forms.