Once he confirmed the danger had passed, the Hill Giant who had been the first to surrender was also the first to scramble up from the ground.

He didn’t even spare Raylo a glance. He wiped the snot and tears from his face with a fan-sized hand. Then, like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot off on his thick legs, heading straight for the massive bonfire.

His target was clear.

The Mammoth, roasted until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"ROAR!"

He let out a joyful, guttural roar and, like a beast that had been starved for three days, pounced directly onto the Mammoth on the roasting spit.

He reached out with his great hands—hands that could easily crush rock—grabbed a charred leg, and tore with all his might.

"RRRIP!"

Accompanied by a grating sound, a huge, steaming chunk of meat was brutally ripped off.

The Mammoth was so enormous that even after roasting for a long time, only the surface was cooked through.

The meat inside was still bloody and half-raw.

But this Hill Giant clearly didn’t care in the slightest.

He opened his massive mouth and took a bite that devoured a third of the chunk. Grease dripped from his lips as he chewed, letting out contented grunts, as happy as a child weighing several thousand pounds.

His actions seemed to be a signal.

The remaining thirteen Hill Giants instantly cast all reverence for their new Lord to the back of their minds.

They scrambled to their feet, howling as they rushed the bonfire to join the gluttonous feast.

In an instant, the sounds of tearing, chewing, and satisfied grunts—mixed with the shoves and low growls of Giants fighting over a good piece of meat—filled the entire camp.

They tore with their hands and bit with their teeth, their faces smeared with grease and blood. The scene was wild and primitive.

Raylo stood to the side, watching the chaotic yet vibrant scene, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.

Sun’s enormous head tilted slightly, its golden eyes filled with a very human-like confusion.

It probably couldn’t comprehend how these creatures’ thought processes could be so bizarre. One moment they were trembling for their lives, and the next they were fighting over food.

Raylo, however, was starting to understand.

For a creature of low intelligence like a Hill Giant, survival and food were instincts etched into their very genes.

Loyalty, honor, fear...

All these complex emotions had to take a backseat to the primal desire to fill their stomachs.

’That’s fine,’ he thought. ’Simple-minded creatures are often easier to control. As long as there’s enough food, their loyalty might prove more reliable than one would expect.’

The meal lasted for over an hour.

The Giants only stopped, satisfied, when nothing was left of the entire Mammoth but a massive skeleton.

Each of them lay on the ground with a round, protruding belly, belching contentedly, their faces beaming with simple, unadorned bliss. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

When they looked at Raylo, their eyes now held a bit more genuine reverence and... dependence.

Anyone who could feed them was a good leader.

That was their only logic.

"Alright, you’ve eaten your fill. Time to get to work."

Raylo had no intention of letting them settle down here.

This world was full of unknowns and dangers. Who knew if the Tier Five Giant Leader who had fled would return, or bring back even stronger reinforcements.

He had Sun act as a translator again, ordering his newly subdued subjects to pack their things and prepare to leave.

The Giants’ "belongings" weren’t much to look at.

They were nothing more than some smoothly worn rocks, the giant bones of unknown beasts, and a few tattered, enormous Beast Hides from some unidentifiable Magical Beast.

But in their eyes, these were precious treasures.

They dawdled, tying this junk to their bodies until each one of them looked like a moving mountain of trash.

Raylo waited patiently for them to finish packing, then gave the order to move out.

The Hill Giants shambled along, clanking and clattering. They shoved each other as they walked, and every so often, one of their "treasures" would fall, forcing them to stop and pick it up, causing a minor commotion.

Raylo glanced back and sighed helplessly.

’It seems I have a long way to go before I can train these big guys into a proper fighting force.’

The group followed the path they had come from, returning to the hidden cliff face.

"Coal Ball."

Raylo called out softly.

The moment he spoke, Coal Ball leaped nimbly to the ground. It tapped its paw lightly on the stone wall, and the hidden spatial rift reappeared.

Coal Ball looked up at the spatial rift. To it, the rift seemed a bit large, but for the Hill Giants, it was far too narrow.

The Hill Giants noticed the spatial rift as well.

They gathered around it curiously, reaching out their fingers to touch it, only to snatch their hands back, startled by the unstable spatial fluctuations. Their huge eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

"Coal Ball, can you make it bigger?"

Raylo said. It would be a real struggle for the towering Giants to pass through a rift of this size.

Coal Ball paid no attention to the big oafs.

It walked in a circle around the rift, then took a deep breath, its small body puffing up slightly.

The next moment, an invisible yet immense surge of Space Magic Power radiated from it.

It didn’t chant a Spell or make any complex gestures. It simply opened its mouth.

"ROAR!"

A dragon’s roar rang out.

The spatial rift began to tremble violently at the sound of the draconic roar.

The edges of the rift rippled like water, then were forcibly pulled apart to both sides by an invisible Power.

Within a few short breaths, the narrow rift more than doubled in size, transforming into a massive gateway seven meters high and nearly four meters wide.