Only God

The Wood Stone Clan of Vidor was a clan that had engaged in felling forests and reclaiming wilderness for years. Their work often involved clearing trees over newly discovered mines, a tedious task that wasted the dwarves’ natural talents as craftsmen. Yet, due to the clan system, the dwarves of the Wood Stone Clan had no choice but to undertake such labor.

Vidor was the grandson of a former Clan Leader of the Wood Stone Clan.

Although his lineage made him somewhat noble within the clan, his grandfather had long been buried, and his mother had left him early due to an accident, while his father was a greedy gambler. Thus, no one within the clan held Vidor in high regard.

That day, Vidor was ridiculed by his peers and chased up the hillside, where he wandered alone amongst the mountains.

Vidor shook with cold, his mind full of the sneering faces of his peers teasing him. In the cold wind of the forest, he fantasized that he would one day become the most outstanding craftsman in the entire kingdom, and upon his triumphant return home, he would witness those same peers groveling in their abject submission.

This cynical wretch now imagined in the chill wind a future of exacting revenge for every slight.

"Hiris, I beg you for your grace..."

He prayed to Hiris and swore to the creator of dwarves and giants that once he became a craftsman, he would surely avenge those who had harmed him—and would do so a hundredfold.

At the same time, Vidor also prayed to God, beseeching the Divine from Heaven to bestow upon him a treasure capable of forcing people to their knees, so he could repay a thousandfold the humiliations he had endured over the years.

Vidor prayed, shivering, in the black night where not even a hand could be seen before his face, the mountain wind fiercely cold, as if to split open the very bones of a man.

He kept hearing the sound of breaking tree branches and couldn’t help worrying whether the strong wind would snap the trees and crush him to death.