Etheregar City.
The frost-white city walls, made of massive stones and bound together by ice and snow, soar nearly a kilometer high, piercing the clouds. The city gate, hewn from an entire mountain, appears rugged and weighty.
Two Giants with frost-blue skin are standing guard in front of the gate, bare-chested, with rough cloth and hide aprons tied around their waists, each holding a spear as thick as a telegraph pole.
Because this monotonous job is so unbearable, the two Frost Giants can't help but chat a bit, to lift their sleepy spirits.
"Hey, buddy, I heard that a Chief God from Asa came to our city a few days ago and caused quite a stir."
"That's right. Something like Thor, not so tall, but very full of himself, claimed that he alone could easily flatten our Giant Country. He wanted the newly appointed Lafei Your Majesty to quickly kneel in the Immortal Palace and show loyalty, to avoid him personally leading an army to campaign against us and slaughter us all."
