On the battlefield, as if by magic, the armor of all the millions of dwarves began to shine brightly. The runes that held the metal parts together were now filled with energy, and in the center of their chests, a grayish rune had transformed into the core of their armor.
The dwarves were bewildered, until a sneaky enemy appeared behind one of them. This dwarf's armor was extremely worn out and dented, a target on the brink of death, with no one around to save him.
However, just as a blade was about to strike him from behind, the sharp sound of metal clashing against a steel wall echoed. Simultaneously, all the millions of dwarves felt a slight scratch on their backs.
The attacked dwarf turned to the enemy and, with a gigantic hammer in his hands, swung it swiftly.
*BOOM!*
