Ice Giants.
They loomed over me, towering at least thirty-five feet into the sky.
Their skin were a deep glacial blue with patches of frost clinging to their arms and shoulders like a second skin.
Each bore long white hairs, as white as fresh snow, tangled like it had never been tamed.
Their eyes burned with an Icy azure, which felt like staring into the heart winter itself.
They wore no heavy armours. Just thick belts and thick frozen animal hides wrapped across their waists.
Icicles hung from the torn edges of their outfit like jagged teeth. And in their hands, they clutched massive weapons.
Spears, it's tip jagged and forged from pure unmelting ice.
They all stared at me in silence, their breath coming out in thick white clouds.
Looking at these giants now, I knew my party stood no chance facing them head-on.
We'd simply be crushed like insects.
But I'm not like the others. I have something the others don't.
A Great Dragon's blessing.
