Whispers of the Fire Giant

"Yes!"

His voice thundered throughout his broad palace as he hammered yes.

The moment he did, the vast garden rumbled.

The grass ignited, and the soft soil cracked open to let obsidian and molten rock coat the walls. Veins of glowing magma throbbed on their surfaces, giving them a threatening appearance. Yet the changes had only started.

Two towering spires emerged and pierced the sky like jagged volcanic peaks.

Gargantuan gates of molten iron, etched with fiery runes, condensed before impossibly tall walls rose in the surroundings. Their fiery cracks pulsed like embers, making him gasp for a second.

It was a second too long as the hallway changed before his very eyes.

Lava channels formed on the ground, casting an orange light on his open jaw. Tendrils of flame erupted from the walls, licking the rooms and corridors while radiating a mild heat.