Lord Titus's expression grew increasingly grave; the Dwarf King was entrusting his legacy, which meant he had thoroughly given up on his own life, bracing for a serene embrace of death.
The Ancient Gold Dragon lowered its head, with a hint of regret in its pale golden pupils, its voice becoming heavier: "Lord Ed, have you really made your decision?"
"Of course," Ed replied with a smile. "My time is running short. Rather than being a frail waste, I'd prefer to die on the battlefield like a true warrior, just like my father, Thor Klein, who fought the enemy to his death."
Titus sighed lightly, still wanting to persuade: "If it's a hopeless war, why not lead your clansmen to relocate?"
"No, you do not understand Dwarves, Lord Titus. We Shield Dwarves have lived here generation after generation; Aivendel is our homeland and our grave."
