In a space filled with dim and void light.
Lide heard the words of the Half-Elf God, his expression rather odd.
Ambushed?
Do people still shout before ambushing in this day and age? Was his brain kicked by a donkey?
From the corner of his eye, he surveyed the area and saw two dwarves clad in solid armor, wielding war hammers and battle axes.
However, unlike typical dwarves, these two had beards and skin that exhibited an indescribable shade of gray.
Gray Dwarves.
A playful look appeared in Lide's eyes.
"Half-Elf, is this what you rely on? Two trash Gray Dwarves just like you?"
If Withered Bone were here, he'd surely have screamed in delight; this was real provocation, unlike his long, ineffective rants.
True enough, all three Divine Beings were enraged by Lide's words.
The Half-Elf God could still bear it, but the two tempestuous Gray Dwarf Divine Beings couldn't contain their fury.
