Decades ago,
Xilan left the Royal City and did not continue to stay in Kaelonde.
He had roughly guessed at the plans the Divine, headed by the Dream God Laren, had for the Kingdom, and he was well aware that the Kingdom had fallen into tumultuous times. Every inch of land was saturated with a combustive tension, always on the brink of erupting into a large-scale civil war.
Because of this, he understood more clearly that the Kingdom needed a massive force, a force large enough to suppress all parties, only then could the Kingdom avoid disintegrating in a short time.
And Xilan knew what that force was.
"Hiris, the creator of the Dwarves."
Xilan muttered to himself,
"He has enough power to quell this warfare."
The death of the King had plunged Kaelonde into unprecedented chaos, not only were various factions within the country stirring, but other Dwarf nations were also covetously watching, attempting to tear a piece of flesh from this nation.
