Inside the Brass Palace, the Fire Dwarves played brass instruments, and the Empire's officers and soldiers drank freely.
"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"
"Great Red Dragon!"
"Invincible!"
An air of festivity seemed to permeate every corner, mingling with the fragrant aroma of fine wine and the savory scent of roasted meat. Fire Dwarves and Imperial soldiers sang and danced, celebrating the defeat of their common enemy—the Fire Giants.
Meanwhile, Fire Dwarf Nobility Sharin accompanied Cassius, raised his glass, and whispered:
"Your Majesty Cassius, you destroyed half of Ironforge City and killed Emir the Fire Giant. Your strength indeed leaves me in awe."
"But..."
Sharin hesitated for a moment, showing a bitter smile before continuing: "You did so well, you might attract the attention of the Sultan of the Fire Giants."
Cassius also raised his glass, took a sip, and responded with a smile: "Lord Sharin, I do not fear him."
