2025-06-01 01:16:47Chapter 88: The Sovereign’s Infiltration - Biru’s Quest in the Ashed Lands
Despite the fervent pleas of his trusted advisors, the Dwarven Sovereign, a ruler whose will was as unyielding as the mountains, remained resolute in his decision. The matter at hand was not one of military conquest nor of political intrigue—it was something far more personal, yet equally significant. He had resolved to undertake a perilous venture to the so-called "paradise" in the Ashed Lands, a place where the promise of a beverage—dear to every dwarf’s soul—flowed in abundance. A single command was given, and magic, ancient and vast, flowed from the Sovereign’s body. His mighty frame, once towering like the peaks of the ancestral mountains, shrank in height, while his once fiery, wild eyebrows were tamed, yielding to a soft but steady line. The great beard that had once draped his face like an intricate tapestry of royal heritage dissolved into free-flowing locks that cascade
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