Chapter 1: Kings

  The hammering of stone and the creaking of timber echoed through the quiet woods.

  King wiped the sweat from his forehead, admiring his work — a sturdy, makeshift house built from wood and stone. It had taken only a few hours, but it would serve them well.

  He dusted off his hands and walked toward where Flok and Crollo were training among the towering trees.

  "It’s finished," King called out, smiling.

  Later that evening, the three sat around a crackling fire inside the new house, their plates piled high with roasted meat.

  Crollo tore into his food before speaking.

  "We should stop wasting time training in the Forest of Giants," he said, his voice firm. "It’s time we started our conquest."

  King nodded in agreement, but Flok shook his head, a serious look in his eyes.

  "We don't have an army," Flok said between bites. "No matter how strong we are, we can't do it alone."

  King leaned back, thoughtful.

  Crollo frowned. "Then how do you plan to build a force strong enough to conquer a continent?"

  Flok grinned, chewing a piece of meat.

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  "Cursed or not, a giant can live for hundreds of years," he said confidently. "We have plenty of time."

  He leaned forward, excitement in his voice.

  "I say we go on a little adventure first — meet people, get experience. But we have to keep our identities secret."

  Crollo leaned back, laughing.

  "I like the sound of that. We’ll need a lot of food and supplies, though. The world outside the Land of Giants is small — there’s not much that can feed us."

  King nodded.

  "Tomorrow, we start preparations. But we'll also need an animal — something strong enough to carry supplies and maybe fight alongside us."

  Crollo smirked.

  "I've been taming the southern giant wyverns," he said proudly. "One should be ready to ride in a couple of months. It can even carry multiple giants."

  Flok's eyes lit up.

  "Good idea," he said, standing and stretching. "Let’s get some rest. Big day tomorrow."

  The next morning, they set to work.

  Over the course of three months, they hunted relentlessly, gathering a year's worth of preserved meat and wheat.

  Using Flok’s innate ice abilities, they kept the food fresh, storing it in great frozen slabs for the journey ahead.

  Finally, one cool morning, Flok stood atop a cliff, arms crossed, surveying their supplies.

  "Seems like we're ready for a little adventure," he said confidently.

  Above him, a massive shadow passed over the forest canopy. Flok looked up, whistling.

  "That thing's gotta have at least an 80-foot wingspan," he said, marveling.

  Crollo landed beside him with a ground-shaking thud.

  "The wyvern’s ready," he said, his voice full of pride.

  King soon arrived, hauling an enormous pile of frozen meat and supplies.

  "I might’ve gone a little overboard hunting," he chuckled.

  He turned to Flok.

  "Can you freeze this much?"

  Flok smirked.

  "Easy."

  Crollo patted the wyvern’s armored hide.

  "This beast could carry twice as much. We’re good to go."

  After freezing and loading everything, they mounted the wyvern.

  With a powerful leap, it took off, the breeze rushing past them, the forest shrinking beneath their feet.

  The feeling was unreal — the beginning of a journey that would change the world.

  ---

  Far away, deep within a mountain cave,

  A giant walked into the shadows, kneeling before a gathering of grim-faced warriors.

  "We are ready to rule Volcaria," he declared solemnly.

  ---

  In a grand palace bathed in gold and marble,

  A king rose from his throne, his voice thundering through the hall.

  "Volcaria is ours!"

  His advisors and generals roared their approval, shaking the very walls.