A Lannister Always Pays His Debts

Nidavellir, one of the Nine Realms, was the homeland of the dwarves and a holy land for master craftsmen.

To many, Nidavellir was merely a legend, a place where invincible divine weapons were forged.

But in truth, Nidavellir really existed, situated at the edge of the Nine Realms in the depths of the dark cosmos.

Nidavellir was surrounded by countless enormous star rings, artificial metal circles. Two spacecraft descended from above and flew toward the rings.

William looked out through the ship's window and saw hundreds of massive figures working busily atop the star rings. The place was bustling with activity.

Needless to say, these had to be the famous dwarves.

But despite being called dwarves, William felt their appearance was anything but scientific. He had thought they would be roughly the size of Hobbits, but standing before these dwarves, William and the others were the ones who looked like Hobbits.

William and the others disembarked. After the rough journey, Valkyrie's ship was practically wrecked. Only Grandmaster's sightseeing vessel seemed like it could still fly.

The dwarves noticed the visitors and headed over. These dwarves were huge, practically like giants.

To be fair, their limbs were short in proportion to their bodies. But compared to ordinary humans, their overall size was much greater. Even Thor looked like a child in front of them.

Hundreds of dwarves lived on the star rings around Nidavellir. They used the energy of a neutron star to heat their furnaces, melting a special metal and forging it into various weapons.

Uru Metal. This was no ordinary metal. Not only was it incredibly hard, but it could also be enchanted, allowing magical power to be infused into it.

This metal was extremely rare, and only the power of a Death Star core could melt it. The