"I can sense it, war, death, corpses, and blood." In a Frost Giant tribe nestled within a glacial canyon, an elderly Frost Giant, clad in animal skins and holding a bone staff in the semblance of a shaman, raved maddily. Hearing his words, the Frost Giants knelt in the surroundings, their eyes filled with terror, looked at each other, panic spreading among them.
"On the golden dragon wings hang the corpses of giants. It is a golden calamity, bringing endless disaster and death to this land." From a temple excavated out of the glacier, the eyes of a rugged idol suddenly lit up. With a divine might like a prison, it awakened and uttered horrific words to the Frost Giants offering it sacrifices.
"Rebellious giants unite with the weak dragons, under the leadership of a powerful entity who controls flames and can melt a glacial land, to kill their own kind."
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