The Demon King Generals teleported at the outskirts of the Dwarven Kingdom, where a huge mountain facade lay before them.
"So that's the Dwarven Kingdom, huh? No simple entry points. Only a hidden gate," Garruk muttered, his eyes scanning the towering peaks that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The barren rock formations showed no signs of weakness, no welcoming path.
Morgath stepped forward, his hand tracing a faint scar on the mountainside. "The dwarves are master builders. Their defenses are not just in stone and iron but in how they blend into the land itself. It will take more than brute force to breach this."
Valeria, standing at the front of the group, took in the sight of the seemingly impenetrable stronghold. "We don't need an invitation. We'll force our way through…"