A Sigh-If There Were No Gold in the World, Everyone Could Be a Hero (Part 2)

The God of Wealth had been born.

Whatever changes this might bring to the world, the mere fact of its birth meant that the situation at Brasshold was about to enter its next phase.

Bannock had fulfilled his agreement with Dusk. Now it was time for Dusk's forces—provisionally ranked number one on the "Top Villains" list—to take the stage.

In the glittering tunnels of wealth, the rift in the Warp, which had maintained a fairly calm state just moments before, suddenly turned violent. On the other side, a power utterly different from the one Bannock had wielded took control of it.

The Supreme Lord Hadlan, who was clutching his head and screaming, saw a gigantic figure of flame burst through as the world spun around him.

This time, there weren't just a dozen or a few dozen—the kind of paltry numbers one might expect from a child's game. Apocalyptic flames surged as figure after figure turned into crimson streaks of light and shot into the material world. In just a few seconds, more than a hundred Worldburning Demons had charged into Brasshold.

The Warp creatures' assault was only the first wave of the breach-breakers.

Worse still, the ratmen who had retreated from the tunnels under the dwarves' attack were back.

From the empty tunnels came the characteristic din of a ratman army on the march, announcing that the most destructive force under Dusk was advancing toward them.

Their return meant one terrifying thing: the gnolls and kobolds wouldn't be far behind. Perhaps soon, Brasshold would once again fall to a devastating invasion—

No!

The situation was already as disastrous as any turn of events could possibly get.

The dwarf warriors throughout the fortress were busy reveling. Ironheart warriors guarded every critical post. Whether these worshippers of the God of Wealth