Velara stood in the heart of the war chamber, the air humming with activity as her commanders relayed orders, and the sound of metal clashing filled the room. Yet, amidst the chaos, her mind was sharp, focused on what lay ahead. The Dwarven Kingdom had never been in such peril, and while she had always taken pride in leading her people, today was different. This was no ordinary battle. The Demon King Generals had come to destroy everything she held dear, and she would meet them with the full might of her battle-honed strength.
As she walked toward a hidden alcove, a small group of dwarves followed, bringing forth a massive chest. Its dark iron exterior was engraved with intricate runes, glowing faintly as if the chest itself knew the power it held. Velara nodded, and with a heavy groan, the dwarves unlocked it, revealing her greatest armor and weapons, artifacts forged in the deepest fires of their ancient forges.
