Hanmosidun City greeted a new day once again. Like the countless days and nights that have passed here, each day's arrival is a new beginning.
For Koravos, today was definitely not a good day. If he could choose, he would wish for today to never come.
But such a wish, even the most powerful gods could not fulfill. Space, time, and magic, the three fundamental elements that make up this world, cannot be altered by any divine power.
Koravos tightened the cloak around him, covering his body that wouldn't stop trembling. The cold morning wind blew through the silent caves of the Gray Dwarves, spreading the unique chill of the Underworld to every corner. He wasn't very old, but because of years of combat, his body was no longer as robust as before, and such cold winds began to unsettle him.
