"Hether! Calm down! Don't forget the burdens you carry!"
The white-bearded, slender old Dwarf with an unmistakable air of authority shouted, tapping his staff on the ground, sending his voice piercing through the soul, making Lord Hether immediately cease her words. She panted, calming her mood.
Thus, the light in the entire command office brightened again.
She grabbed her weapon and said:
"Go and find that hidden danger! Help those Transia People find that pit, I beg you, Lord Ofg! We can't lose this position, or it will all be over. Even if I fall here, I cannot atone; we can't change the painful outcome, do you understand?
If we don't hold here...
The disaster of the Fourth Black Disaster will repeat, and the casualties and calamity will stain all our hands with blood."
"We are not shirking responsibility, Hether."
The Supreme Lord Silver Dwarf Ofg · Heart of Silver, personally arrived at the frontline, sighed and said:
