Reinhard blinked before he found himself in a familiar dream once more. But that was all he could do before a tremor came without warning.
Reinhard watched as the Pale One stiffened mid-gesture, his bronze fingers halting mere inches from the ice sculpture he'd been shaping. Beside him, the female frost giant turned her head sharply, those pale frost-glass eyes widening.
The ground shakes again, but this time even louder and deeper than before. It wasn't the surface cracking but instead shaking that went all the way below and traveled through countless layers of frozen land.
The smaller ice-beings moved in confusion, their incomprehensible growls rising in pitch. Even the towering cow lifted its massive head, dark eyes fixed toward the horizon where fire met frost.
