At the Dwarven Kingdom, the reconstruction efforts were well underway. The once-proud walls and buildings, battered by the relentless attacks of the Demon King's forces, were now being restored brick by brick. The air was filled with the steady rhythm of hammers striking metal, the scrape of stone being shaped and lifted into place, and the low hum of dwarven voices giving orders or coordinating the work. The mood was somber but determined. Though the dwarves had suffered, their spirit remained unbroken.
Vincent walked through the main square of the kingdom, watching the dwarves as they toiled tirelessly. Their resilience reminded him of why it was so critical to protect this place. The Dwarven Kingdom wasn't just a strategic location; it was home to a people who had stood for centuries, guarding their treasures and skills that others could only dream of possessing. Now, their knowledge and resources were a target of a much larger and deadlier force.
