I had already told the Dwarven King that I would come to their kingdom, and thankfully, they seemed more than willing to let me pay a visit. Just a day after I sent them the letter, another one came back to me and it was a very neat handwriting, heavy paper, that earthy dwarven smell—and it politely confirmed that I could come anytime.
"It looks like we're here," I said, still keeping Filia close to me. She looked absolutely gone with her expression still fucked-out and dazed, like her soul hadn't caught up with her body yet.
I leaned forward and looked down at the kingdom itself.
There wasn't anything resembling a castle. No towering spires, no massive fortress, no royal-looking structure dominating the skyline. Instead, the whole place looked like a giant cluster of houses and structures carved directly out of enormous slabs of rock. Some were stacked, some were shaped oddly, but all of them looked like they could survive a meteor falling straight into them.
