His name was Jia'er Brick, a seasoned Dwarf Warrior who had just fought bravely alongside his comrades on the city walls, only to be blasted away by the Empire's weapons, narrowly escaping death.
Jia'er prided himself as a hero of the battlefield, having never feared death before, resolutely choosing to stay in Aivendel City back then.
But at this moment, he wavered.
The Dwarf shivered uncontrollably, his face pale, despair brimming in his eyes, as a single thought kept echoing in his heart: "His Majesty Du Masong abandoned us... Our ancestors, they— they abandoned us..."
More terrifying than the death of the flesh was the collapse of faith, and now Jia'er was undergoing that very process.
In the past, he had firmly believed that he would join the Divine Realm of the Dwarf Gods after his death, standing shoulder to shoulder with his ancestors in eternal battles.
