PS: This chapter is 5300 words long, I hope everyone enjoys it!
The Eight Peaks Mountain, which the Angland Clan has longed for, was now within reach, yet Belgar felt the weight on his shoulders growing heavier.
He was born three hundred years ago in a sanctuary in the Black Mountain Range. As a direct descendant of Ruan, the first King of Angland, the Angland Clan was already in serious decline at that time, having dwindled from a peak of a hundred thousand clansmen to just over thirty thousand. Apart from inheriting the Hammer of Angland, a Divine Artifact from his ancestors, Belgar only inherited an endless legacy of hatred, a book of hatred filled to the brim and a Dwarf Clan nearly crushed by the weight of history and despair over the restoration of Eight Peaks Mountain.
