Ain’t She Precious?

"How go your efforts?"

A hooded figure spoke in a deep, ominous voice as he paced about a dark cavern.

In front of him kneeled a huge icey blue figure adorned in animal pelts.

He spoke in a gruff, unrefined manner that made it clear he had a diminished intellect.

"Seven tribes fallen so far."

The hooded man froze in his tracks instantly.

"…That is far too little. What have you been doing with all of the time you've had?"

The frost giant growled and puffed out his chest in defiance. "We would be a lot further in our conq-"

The ground underneath the hooded figure cracked with his surging displeasure. Even though he was currently astral projecting, he had left very real footprints in the bedrock.

"Do. Not. Invoke. His. Name. Lest it is your sole desire to see all of your efforts crumble before you even make any noticeable headway in your endeavor."

The ice giant gulped and backed away timidly.