In the frozen lands of the north—
Thud.
Thud.
Each step sent tremors through the icebound earth, the sound echoing endlessly across the barren expanse.
Snow cascaded from jagged cliffs with every heavy movement, the land itself seeming to recoil beneath the weight of the approaching presence.
Creeeak—!
The frozen ground fractured violently as a massive club of solid ice dragged across it, carving deep scars into the glacier's surface.
Frost splintered outward like shattered glass, the temperature plummeting further with every inch the weapon moved.
The creature that wielded it stood over five meters tall.
Skin as blue as ancient ice stretched over a body built like a walking fortress, muscles layered thick and dense as stone.
Its frame rivaled that of a troll champion, yet its elongated ears—sharp and elegant—were reminiscent of a high elf, a chilling reminder of its race's intelligence.
A Frost Giant.
A name spoken with dread across continents.
