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As the Dwarven King Dainn felt concern over his choices, and the grim future ahead, he was visited by his dear daughter. Who seemed just as worried as him, her blue eyes seemingly looking quite worried.

"Father… I know they managed to defeat one of the Great Dragons, but are you sure they can just defeat all four of them?" She asked.

"Brisingra, are you doubting Lady Planta and her allies?" King Dainn asked.

"I… am not doubting their strength. I read through their intentions with my eyes, yet I couldn\'t find a hint of malice, nor lies within their words…" Brisingra sighed. "Yet… I think they might be too hopeful. Depending on Players to save our Kingdom is…"

Brisingra wasn\'t just a normal Dwarf, her mother was actually an Elf Mystic, who wandered the world alone. However, in her last years of her long lifespan, she settled down in this city of dwarves, no less.

Her daughter inherited one of her strongest Abilities, [Mystic Eyes of Truth], which allowed Brisingra to see through the truth of things, this helped her see intentions from people, if they were either malicious or good, if they were lying or saying the truth, and even the power to appraise items and see people\'s true potential.

It was a power similar to how Players can see status and item descriptions, while NPC are unable to interact with the system like they can, although they are aware of the existence of leveling up, stats, and abilities and skills.

"I know you\'ve been skeptic for a while, you\'re quite the good actress nonetheless." Sighed the King. "But it isn\'t as if there\'s any other option. I have already begun to plan the evacuation of our entire population if things become worse in the future."

"Evacuation?!" Brisingra asked. "But if we can gather enough soldiers…"

"You\'re underestimating the level of danger of this whole scenario. Although I am quite strong myself, and there are a few generals that are over Level 100, there\'s no chance for us to win." Said the King. "A Great Dragon would be all it would take to defeat us all… It was either betting this on them, or going away from this place, it is already too dangerous to stay for too long with those beasts nearby…"

"Father…" His daughter sighed in hopelessness. "Is this because of Fafnir and the Demon King?"

"He is already dangerous, but he might be even more of a threat if he can truly… bring the power of that monster." Sighed the King. "We barely suffered from the previous Demon Kings, but this one is quite connected to our city thanks to Fafnir. If he were to truly want to, we would already be dead. There must be something that is delaying him… We have to take this opportunity to slay him while he prepares."

"And that\'s why you want the Gram to be repaired using the great dragon\'s fangs… the quest by itself was ridiculous. I never thought… you would ask such a thing out of them, and how they just agreed." His daughter sighed. "If… If only mom was here…"

"Yeah, if she was here, her powerful Magic would probably be enough to take down those Great Dragons." Sighed the Dwarf. "But we can\'t rely on her magic might anymore. She\'s… long gone to a better place."

"Mother… I remember she always talked about her home country." Sighed Brisingra. "The country of Elves, maybe where we could find the rest of her family."

"You\'re not like us dwarves, Brisingra." Sighed her father. "You\'re much prettier, and you\'re amazingly talented with magic. I had thought that… if we were to be forced to evacuate, that you should go there and meet your maternal family. They might be rough, but I know they will take good care of you."

"W-What?! What are you talking about, you old man?! I am not leaving you!" Brisingra complained. "If we have to I\'ll come alongside you!"

"I\'ve been feeling for a while that this declining place… Is only holding back your true potential, my dear daughter…" Sighed the Dwarf King. "I want you to-"

RUMBLE!

Suddenly, a loud tremor scared the two of them, as their eyes were directed to the origin of that explosion. Their eyes glancing at the city\'s outer walls, as countless of enormous shadows were trying to break through the walls, enchanted with magic to form a magic barrier of great strength, the last gift left behind by Brisingra\'s mother.

BOOOOM! CRAAAAASH! RUMBLE!

"My King!" Suddenly, a few guards rushed to the terrace where the King and the Princess were. "The walls are being attacked by the Dragons! A gigantic horde! There\'s at least three hundred of those monsters!"

"WHAT?!" The King panicked. "If they\'re attacking… Does that means that Planta and her friends failed?! Are they… were they defeated?!"

"I told you that we shouldn\'t bet it all on them, father!" The princess sighed, even though she was really friendly with them, deep down, she couldn\'t help but doubt their strength, even if they were so confident about it. "T-This is… Maybe they even abandoned us…"

"B-But…" The King panicked. "No! T-There\'s still a way! Maybe they\'re on their way here…"

"My King! We need your orders!" The guards said.

BAAAAM! CRAAAASH! TRUUUM!

"ROOOOAAARRR!!!"

The magic walls were constantly being attacked, scratches and small cracks were already beginning to spread not only on the magic barrier but also the stone walls that were used as their catalyzer.

The roar of a furious dragon, stronger than all other dragons in this mountain echoed across the deep caves, his enormous body slowly moving towards the city.

"You foolish descendants of my traitorous son Sigurd. Your end is NEAR!"

The Dragon\'s voice echoed into every person\'s heart and mind, making the citizens panic and scream in horror. His aura spreading into an endless darkness that drowned it all into obscurity…

"W-What was that?!" Cried the princess.

"T-That\'s… without a doubt, that was Fafnir!" The King muttered, tightly grasping his gigantic magic axe. "This is it then… Soldiers, evacuate women, children, and men that cannot fight, everyone else that can hold a weapon and smite something, bring them to the walls! We have to buy time and let everyone escape through the underground passage!"

"V-Very well!"

Fafnir, the walking catastrophe, was drawing near…