Watching Garrick go, time soon passed, and the dust soon settled,
However, inside the command tent was thick with the weight of history being written.
Durin sat at one end of the massive oak table, his armor still stained with the blood of Void Beastsand cultists. Queen Aelinor sat opposite him, her staff glowing faintly.
Between them lay a scroll made of dragon-skin parchment.
"Are you sure about this, Dwarf?" Aelinor asked, her voice quiet but firm.
"Once we sign this, the Silver Woods and the Iron Mountain are one. If the Empire burns you, we'll burn top."
"Let them try," Durin grunted, dipping a quill into a pot of enchanted ink.
"The boy... Zero... he showed us the truth today. Magic alone isn't enough. Steel alone isn't enough."
He signed his name with a heavy, jagged flourish.
"To fight the Void, we need to be something new."
He pushed the scroll to her.
