Suddenly, not far from where the hole had been, a giant hand, twice the size of a common Ice Giant's, emerged, clawing its way through the debris and snow. The hand was covered in rough, jagged ice, and each finger looked like a sharp, shining needles. Blue veins ran through their whole skin.
Henry watched as a head finally broke through the snow, howling as it struggled to pull its massive body free.
"That's the first creature to crawl out of that hole?" - Henry muttered, seeing an Ice Giant the size of a modern building emerge from the snow. Its eyes held a strange mix of emotions as it looked at the ruins of its home. It let out a howl filled with both sadness and fury.
In response to the sorrowful howl, dozens of hands began tearing through the snow, clawing their way out from beneath the icy layer. Under Henry's gaze, the valley slowly filled with giants, though it was only a fraction of the number that had once surrounded the hole.
