This was what Grey had been busy with these past few days.
Iver was not in Avalon right now, so he did not know... The snowy mountains in the north had now become "Flame Mountain." The Flame Angel had occupied the mountain as its ruler, corrupted the Dwarves' terrifying factory, transformed the Dwarves into Machine Dwarves, and seized control of the entire production line, along with all the machinery and military equipment the Dwarves produced.
The few surviving Frost Giants fled through the night, but nearly all of them were slaughtered by the spreading flames. Only a small number of Dwarves and Frost Giants remained, cowering inside the snowy mountain's caves.
Even though Elves and Dwarves could be considered sworn enemies, things had deteriorated to such an extent that they could no longer stand by and do nothing.
It was just like how the Flame Demon had occupied the Silver and Tin Palace in another timeline—now, what the Flame Angel occupied was the entire Northern Mountains.
"An enemy of this level is nearly impossible to defeat. To oppose the maddened Flame Angel would be no different from opposing an entire ancient empire that had obtained the power of the gods, possessed technology far beyond its era, and was united under a single will."
Grey bragged in her letter: "But it's different for me—I have an excellent relationship with the Flame Angel. Back when I was still a Saintess Candidate, I would often go and chat with her...
"If the Candle Holder was like a father, then the Flame Angel was like a mother. She was always swinging her hammer, while the apostles around her were either apprentices or assistants... Yet she never had any friends.
"So the Flame Angel didn't attack me, and I came to her side alone—if there