Stormy Ridge, temporary camp of the Frost Giants.
This place used to be a verdant forest, but the Frost Giants had chopped down all the trees, and the howling cold wind brought heavy snow.
Rough tents made of Dragon Beast bones and fur were set up on the snow, with the spoils of war piled beside them: food, fur, armor, and weapons taken from nearby areas.
The Frost Giant Sacrificers of the tribe prayed to the deity, casting ancient spells to create frozen lands, which not only made the environment comfortable for the Frost Giants but also prevented enemy incursions.
The Frost Giants used these frozen lands as bases to raid and plunder all nearby communities.
Kasa stood on the top of the slope with his double-bladed axe, overlooking the wounded Baya.
"Baya, where are your men?"
"And why did you return empty-handed, without any spoils?"
Baya bowed his head, gritting his teeth as he spoke: "Clan Leader, we encountered a tough enemy, there was..."
