342 – Divine Fire? Have You Ever Seen True Divine Fire?

Drenched in blood, he emerged from the battlefield like an unstoppable war god, dragging three Dwarven Grandmasters' heads in his hands.

"Who else wants to challenge me?!"

Veijander's roar shook the air as he flung the severed heads onto the ground, then stomped down with his massive boot, crushing them into bloody pulp.

The remaining Grey Dwarves shuddered.

The cunning, cowardly blacksmith they once mocked was gone.

In his place stood a beast of pure, unrelenting violence.

This was survival of the fittest—nothing more, nothing less.

"Once the king returns, you'll suffer a fate worse than death, Veijander! I curse—!"

One particularly stubborn dwarf continued to spit venomous hatred—

Only to be snatched mid-sentence by the Crimson Lizard King, swallowed whole in a single crunch.

The gruesome sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the air.