Gallan was dreaming.
In his dream, he walked leisurely across the vast snowy plains of the northern continent.
The wind was cold, but it carried a familiar scent—the scent of freedom and the wild lands that had always belonged to his people.
Around him were the members of his tribe.
Frost Giants.
Warriors with towering bodies and booming laughter that echoed across the frozen valleys.
Together they traveled across the north, exploring ancient glaciers, conquering dangerous beasts, and claiming territories that no other race dared to approach.
It was the life he had always envisioned.
A life of adventure.
A life of conquest.
A life where the Frost Giants stood proudly at the top of the northern lands once more.
Eventually, in the dream, they settled upon a massive mountain peak.
From there they could see the endless white wilderness stretching beyond the horizon.
It was their land.
Their kingdom.
A prosperous and glorious life awaited them.
