Huge snowflakes still danced through the air. In this world, everything seemed several sizes larger; Su Ming had never seen palm-sized snowflakes even on Contraxia.
Following Laufey's massive figure, Deathstroke floated a few centimeters above the ground. In the absurdly vast open area, he soon spotted the pile of bonfire wood.
Beside the fire lay the enormous head of a monster, somewhat like a mammoth, except roughly ten times larger. Its unclosed eyeball was about the same size as the one atop the Daily Planet Editorial Department building.
Red ice crystals—blood tears—had frozen into the fur around its eyes, making its tear tracks look black and grimy.
The Frost Giants were somewhat afraid of fire. There were clearly no footprints near the fire pit, but they were trying to use the flames to process their food, or at least soften it somewhat.
In the past, they ate raw fur and ice—not merely drank blood. In this weather, prey froze solid shortly after death, and every bite was nothing but a mixture of frozen blood and meat.
The bonfire was ordinary: a great pile of logs stacked layer upon layer on the flat ground. Fanned by the wind, it burned bright red. Tongues of flame swayed amid the snowstorm and licked at the air above, while heat waves sent snowflakes spiraling away from the fire. Yet the heat clearly had no effect on the ice forming the ground.
"Burning wood, huh?"
Su Ming circled the bonfire a few times, then held out both hands to feel the heat and rubbed his palms together.
The orange-red flames made his armor shine even more brilliantly. The warmth seemed to put him in a good mood, because he smiled as he spoke to Laufey.
Laufey was not stupid. On the contrary, the fact that