The Dwarf Warrior carried a powerful aura of menace, and his armor was pitted and worn, clearly from long battles.
He approached the Pope, bowing respectfully,
"Your Holiness, is there something you need from me?"
The Pope gave him a glance, then spoke solemnly,
"Tonglu, the True God has just delivered an oracle, and the opportunity to seal the Fallen has arrived!"
"You are the most powerful warrior in the entire Dwarf Kingdom, and you have the swift Golden Griffin. I now order you to make haste to Sandstorm City in the Death Desert and seek assistance from the Elf Clan."
"The Death Desert? Sandstorm City? Seeking elves there? Isn't that the territory of the Half-Beasts?"
The Dwarf Warrior was slightly taken aback, his expression surprised.
The Pope nodded and said,
