"Father…"
Grievance and longing engulfed the dwarves' sobs.
That was the grievance of oppression and maltreatment for millions of years.
There would be a parent who could make decisions for them.
The Dwarf God looked at his descendants with a complicated expression.
Once upon a time, dwarves stood at the peak of this world, an existence that even gods had to revere.
But now, they had been demoted to the lowest level. They became a lowly clan. The difference between their rise and fall was so enormous they couldn't help but fall silent.
Moreover, the gods planned all of this. They had sealed the bloodline power in the dwarves' bodies.
All of this was for the continuation of the clan. The gods would not allow one that had lost its protector to continue to rule the world.
That plan still succeeded, although this was cruel and directly caused the dwarves to become subordinates.
