Died

Within the walls of the body tempering facility, a dwarf could be seen walking left and right. The look on his face was in pure panic, as if something disastrous had happened.

"Why is he not here yet?!" The dwarf hissed to himself, as he clenched his knuckles in anger.

Right after he said that, two of his staff were seen walking into the room, carrying a motionless body on a stretcher. Seeing that, the dwarf finally stopped walking here and there.

"Just put it on top of that table, and remember, not a word to anyone!"

"Yes, Master." Knowing the other party's temper, the two staff walked away in a hurry after doing as they were instructed.

"This can't possibly be my fault, right?! Yes, yes…" muttered the dwarf to particularly no one. 

"This is the kid's fault… Darn it! How should I explain this?! I need to think quickly, or else my fate is doomed!"

The dwarf slammed his fist onto the table, causing the body lying on it to shake.