Lann's voice grew cold.
He went up and grabbed Sorlin by the collar, who was restless and panicked under his words just moments before.
The loyal dwarves wanted to intervene, but halfway through, they stopped, looking at their former leader.
Sorlin, who led the dwarves to establish a new homeland, overcoming numerous difficulties, was now so lost, confused, and obviously not in his right mind, that they couldn't move a step.
Lann, with those beast-like eyes, stared directly into Sorlin's.
Instinctively, Sorlin drew back his neck, his eyes shifting as if trying to escape those beast-like eyes.
In the amber irises were vertical pupils... this feeling...
Made Sorlin feel as if he had returned to that night when he faced the dragon.
But clearly, it was only a few days ago, yet it felt like a long time had passed for him.
So long that Sorlin, who once dared to curse at the corners of the dragon's flaming mouth, now felt... himself shrinking back.
