[: 3rd POV :]
The Domainshuddered under the presence of the Dwarf Royal Family the moment they had entered.
The dwarves radiated an unbreakable discipline, the quiet yet overwhelming might of creation itself incarnate.
King Thrain's hammer sparked violently, arcs of lightning lacing the air with thunderous whispers.
The remaining Apostles of the God of Stormforge and Iron Colossus Legion trembled at the sight, realizing the same cruel truth that had shattered their hope.
They were stripped bare, stripped of Authorities, Laws, Blessings, all their divine crutches rendered useless.
Uriah and Serai had fallen moments ago, and now it was the dwarves' turn to deal the next merciless blow.
"Father… they're coming,"
Hilda said, amber eyes blazing as she swung her twin axes in a preparatory stance.
Sparks leapt from the weapons, echoing across the fractured terrain.
