A group of Dwarves in full armor walked with tired postures. They looked as though they had just experienced a long, grueling battle, their armor covered in dents and scratches. Some had even lost limbs, being carried on stretchers by their comrades.
At the forefront was a dwarf with the highest cultivation among them, at the Low King stage. His armor, though almost broken, emitted the unmistakable aura of a divine-grade artifact, setting it apart from the others. He wore a grim expression, and all the signs pointed to a costly failure.
"Sir Vandal, did it fail again?" asked a dwarf with the cultivation level of a Grand Duke, part of a new group that had just arrived.
Vandal looked at the dwarf and replied with exasperation, "What do you think?"
