The gray sky hung heavily over the square like a piece of dirty linen soaked in water.
In terms of size, Gryn standing before the giant looked like a child facing a sturdy adult.
Yet as he looked at the enormous creature before him, Gryn was thinking of the White Walkers. Their armies of Wights would surely include giant Wights. Hopefully—those things would not be too clever.
Ever cautious, Gryn had decided to equip the Burning Legion with more mobile heavy crossbows designed specifically for enormous creatures, just in case.
The freezing wind whipped snow pellets through the air, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.
The giants moving about nearby gathered like shifting hills, slowly closing in on Gryn and Gege.
At that moment.
The giant chieftain—Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg—leaned slightly closer and shook his huge head. "Me, giant, king."
Gryn shook his head as well, deliberately slowing his speech. "I am, your, king."
As his words fell, the giant Gege gave off the dangerous air of a wild beast.
Gryn raised a hand to stop Brienne and the other Kingsguard, who were about to draw their swords, then called out to Gege, "Beat me, you are—king. Lose, I am king."
For subduing a savage tribe like the giants, the most effective method was to let them witness overwhelming strength firsthand. It was the experience Gryn had gained from conquering Crackclaw Point, and also his own special "game"—for the time being.
The giants were quiet. There were no roars or cheers; they merely waited in silence for the birth of a new king.
"Begin."
Gryn rolled his neck slightly. "Begin."
Boom.
With a fierce stomp, Gege's fist smashed toward Gryn with a howling gust of wind.
Snow scattered as Gryn's fist met that terrifying force head-on.
Thud.
With