Bab 1142: 2 Years [6]

Another three months passed in Hephaestus as it was connected from one end to another.

Hephaestus' atmosphere was fiery, as expected from the domain of the Dwarven Race.

As people inherently skilled at craftsmanship in all facets, heat was something they were both used to and attracted to.

It was interesting to see a domain with a major population of dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Sectors, this one was like a massive workshop.

Every world was filled with artisans who were busy perfecting their craft, and every world seemed to be moving as if the world would end tomorrow.

The greetings Damien received here weren't nearly as grand as the rest. Precisely because of this atmosphere, not many showed him the same reverence as regular citizens.

After all, dwarves respected skill over all else.

Damien was a fighter. This was his talent and this was his passion. When it came to secondary occupations, he didn't have much experience at all.