In the capital of the Black Iron Empire, within the province of Goldsteel Manchul, an unprecedented royal procession unfolded. This was not the procession of the Dwarven King, but rather that of the Elven King.

The sight of the Dwarven King and the Elven King walking side by side, accompanied by high elves and dwarves alike, through the heart of Goldsteel Manchul's city was nothing short of surreal.

"My goodness."

"To think I’d live to see the Elven King and His Majesty together."

"It’s true, their exchanges have grown more frequent lately."

Elves and dwarves had been adversaries for centuries, …