"My wounds... my wounds are completely healed!"
"Oh my God! I feel stronger than ever!"
Eitri was kneeling beside Brock's body, grieving,
when he noticed the huge, fatal wound in Brock's chest closing rapidly beneath the glowing rain.
Color gradually returned to Brock's bloodless face.
"Cough, cough..."
Suddenly, Brock's chest heaved. He coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood, then gulped down fresh air.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the stunned Eitri beside him.
"Brock!" Eitri could no longer hold it in. He rushed forward like a child and wrapped his arms around his brother, alive again, laughing and crying at once.
"Brock! You old bastard! You're alive! You're actually alive! Hahaha!"
The Dwarves who had thought they were doomed rose to their feet, one after another.
Apart from nineteen unlucky souls who had been beheaded outright by Corvus Glaive, every Dwarf had been brought back to life.
The Dwarves had been reduced to barely over a hundred. After that sacred rain, their numbers surged to 281!
A miracle!
A true miracle!
All of Nidavellir erupted in celebration.
Homelander withdrew his magic. As the glowing rain faded, he slowly descended before Eitri.
Without hesitation, Eitri dropped to his knees before Homelander and pressed his forehead hard against the ground.
He shouted with all his strength, his voice fervent.
"I, Eitri, king of Nidavellir, swear this oath! From this day forward, the people of Nidavellir will serve the God of Humanity to the death!"
The more than two hundred Dwarves around him followed their king, kneeling before Homelander in unison to swear the same oath.
They beat their fists rhythmically against the floor. Their voices rang out together, powerful and resounding, as they chanted with every strike.
"Loyalty to the God of Humanity!"
"Loyalty to the God of