A silent stalemate was formed as the armies slowly approached. Chenglei was a massive deterrence, but he alone could never strike as much fear in their hearts as the collective order of the 12 Overlord Clans. Even if they lost their lives, they had no choice but to step forward.
Soon, the skies began to fill themselves with the main characters. The Supremes began to appear one after another… Followed finally be the Overlords. Even Lords could only stand on the ground below.
"Overlord Sadon. Overlord Fridus. Overlord Gilpin. If you obediently hand over your heads along with this boy's, we will give your dwarven race a path to survival. If not… You can consider this your dwarven race's last day."
The three Overlords of the dwarven race had yet to appear.
