Clutter! Elder Golgouda, who was continuously hammering the sword, threw his hammer on the ground. He had a hopeless gaze, as if he was looking at a terminal patient.

“Ah…” Everyone let out a shameful sigh and frowned. Then, Elder Golgouda also glared at the Primordial Inferno and ground his teeth. He seemed so infuriated that tears were forming in his eyes.

“I guess there’s nothing more to see here! The men of our tribe are here! Don’t be stubborn and hand it over now!” Torres yelled in anger.

While Golgouda collapsed onto his knees with a dejected expression, a few young dwarf men followed Torres into the workshop and began taking the parts of the Primordial Inferno. They wrapped the separate pieces in the cloth they had prepared.

-You?

Davey was done organizing his thoughts. He knew that not everything in the world would go his way, but he felt this situation had become more complicated than he had expected.

“Huh?”

Davey silently stood up and went into the Central Workshop, grabbing a small hammer...