บท 182: “He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil”

Henry emerged from the black mist, his eyes blazing with purple fire, a strange dark-red Great Sword in his hands - "That's enough" - he shouted, his voice resonating with authority. Caelum glowed, demanding obedience.

The dwarves' eyes widened in disbelief. Yngvi's face twisted in anger and confusion as he saw Henry, seemingly unscathed, standing tall with a royal aura around him. His eyes landed on Caelum, and at that moment, the war hammer in his hands seemed to tremble. The lightning snakes that previously raged around it now seemed like coy earthworms, afraid to hiss in front of the sword.