The next day, Midgard World.
The Rainbow Bridge's colorful radiance flowed, and a group of stocky figures with wildly growing beards looking like weeds arrived on Heather Island.
Following them were more than thirty cargo carts pulled by camels, the wheel ruts deeply embedded.
A Dwarf caravan?
The Priests responsible for maintaining the operation of the Rainbow Bridge were taken aback, and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
What were these creatures who only liked digging and forging, doing in Midgard? And why bring so much stuff?
Just as the Soldiers on the outskirts were about to step forward to check as usual, the Dwarfs firmly guarded the carts behind them, glaring viciously, clearly unwilling to cooperate.
In the ensuing shoving and cursing, the atmosphere between the two sides grew increasingly tense.
Just as a confrontation seemed inevitable, a deep and magnetic voice came from behind:
"No need to check, stand down everyone, they're guests of the Temple."