Chapter 274

In the legends, giants—those enormous barbaric creatures—drank blood-mixed porridge for breakfast. They could swallow an entire wild boar whole, leaving nothing behind: no hair, no tusks, not even dung.

An absolute nightmare for ordinary men.

The giant Roman had once fought a life-and-death battle outside Sunspear City against a manticore-like monster—lion-bodied, scorpion-tailed, with a human head. The Dornish soldiers present hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, but they had heard the refugees’ accounts.