Under the dim light of the torches lining the cavernous vault, the dwarves moved swiftly. The large, reinforced crates containing the precious minerals were being hoisted onto carts by strong hands and carefully wheeled toward the exit.
Vincent stood at the mouth of the vault, his sharp eyes scanning the activity. The Blackhawk helicopters awaited outside the kingdom, engines running, the rotors stirring the cold air. The hum of their blades created a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo through the entire kingdom.
"Move with care!" Velara's voice rang out, her command carrying authority as she directed the dwarves loading the crates. Each crate was handled as if it contained the heart of the Dwarven Kingdom itself. Dwarven warriors stood in formation, their weapons at the ready, prepared to defend the convoy if any threat emerged.