Flames filled the sky. Countless cracks split the magnificent plaza paved with white jade-like slabs, smooth and immaculate. Hundreds of fireballs as large as water vats fell from the heavens, exploding with thunderous force. Each fireball engulfed everything within a hundred-meter radius. Swarms of slender, frail elves were blasted to pieces, severed limbs raining through the air. Yet even more elves left behind not the slightest trace, reduced directly to nothingness by the searing flames.
A valiant elven general, his face flushed red with drink, stood at the heart of the plaza with a powerful bow in hand and fired seven arrows in rapid succession toward the sky. The next instant, a dwarf king of astonishing strength came charging over, wrapped in crimson flames of fury. This dwarf king, roughly ten meters tall, swung a warhammer wreathed in magma and fire and smashed it viciously into the elven general.
With a bang, as though someone had smashed an egg with a huge stone, the elven general exploded. Flesh and blood flew everywhere—truly flew everywhere. The magnificent golden armor he wore was crushed by that single hammer blow into an iron pancake, spread perfectly flat across the ground. The dwarf king raised his hammer and roared at the sky, then tossed it aside. Beaming from ear to ear, he pried the roughly humanoid-shaped golden iron pancake out of the deep crater and hurriedly stuffed it into his spatial ring.
"Th-this... robber!" an elven deity roared in furious indignation!
Killing the man would have been one thing, but this dwarf king had actually hammered the brave elven general's armor into an iron pancake and collected it as scrap! Only a robber could do something like that! Damn dwarf—such vile conduct utterly insulted the dignity of the elven race! By elven tradition, the