The minister extended his hand to the guard, giving him the keys to the door. He ordered the guard to turn the gear to open it. The guard looked at him. "Sir, I can't open it alone." "Very well, then what are you waiting for?" The minister went and brought two more guards who turned the gear, which raised the door. Thomas watched as the door rose, releasing a blast of hot air that was accompanied by a scream.
"Are you afraid to enter?" The voice came from inside, and it wasn't human. Thomas approached the door and entered. He saw ship chains at the entrance, and the floor was different from the white marble floor of the previous one; this one was made of stone. The minister took a few steps forward. "Should I be afraid?" He entered, and the guard stood on the threshold behind him. He gave him a signal, and the chain at the entrance loosened. He walked down a giant corridor and then reached large columns arranged in a circular pattern. He sat in the center of a large hall. The voice said, "Don't be afraid as long as the chains are here." The minister smiled. "I never knew giants had words." Wise woman.
The voice replied after a few moments, "You haven't met enough of us." The atmosphere was hazy. Thomas entered to see a light in the middle of the large hall shining on the head of a giant sitting in the middle of the hall. It moved and turned, revealing its strong features, which seemed carved in stone, with a wide lower jaw showing its teeth, bulging eyes, a pale complexion, and white hair that hung from its head to cover its back. It sat cross-legged, its long arms resembling the body of an ape. "I don't recall the giant sending me to have shackles placed around my neck." The minister looked at him. "And I don't recall him ordering you to eat humans." The giant laughed, making the air in the hall shake. "They weren't humans anyway." The minister looked at him with a smile he tried to hide. "Now you're playing with words." "I think we weren't being more careful with you," he said, looking at the chains.
The giant looked back at him. "Don't trust the threads that wrap around my hands," he said, glancing at the chains around his own hands, then at the ground, which was covered with bones. The minister replied, "Humans fear what they cannot control." "So thank you for your patience with those threads around your hand," the giant smiled. "Anyway, won't you bring me some food?" He paused for a moment. "Or are you the dish?" The minister laughed, then stopped talking. "No, not today."
"Then why are you here?" The minister looked at him, his expression turning serious. "I remember the first day we met." Then there was a moment of silence. Thomas didn't understand what they were talking about until the giant replied, "You mean saving your backside from one of the crows?" The minister smiled. "What happened after that is what matters to me." A serious expression appeared on the giant's face. "You mean killing my friend?" The minister nodded. "I think the crow you killed will be with us tonight here in the temple."
The atmosphere changed, becoming warm with the giant's breath, which made the fog around the hall increase. The giant remembered the face of a giant crow and looked at his severed left finger. "Are you sure about this?" Minister Abraha remained silent until the giant calmed down. "I can't promise you that, but I promise you will cut off someone's head tonight." "Don't promise what you can't afford," he said, remembering once The giant raven, who had passed before Gaia, severed his finger and continued on to behead his squire. The squire's head rolled to rest at his feet, and he tightened the chains around his wrists, causing them to loosen and come undone. He stood up. Then he looked at the minister again, who took a few steps back, and again he stood firm. "You will gain nothing from an offer that might kill all the wrong people and allow the only one whose head you want to escape." He looked into the giant's eyes, which were almost blazing with fury. Linda then said, "True," and sat down again, fastening the chains around his wrists without reattaching them. "But these chains will not return to their place until his head is crushed between my fingers."