As they entered, the darkness quickly faded, almost like an illusion. The path cleared, revealing their surroundings. Fenrir and Bella pressed on, rushing toward the far end of the ruined landscape.
Meanwhile, Axel inspected everything around him with a keen eye.
The rubble, in irregular sizes, suggested the remains of an ancient kingdom or temple that had fallen. The clearing was unnaturally wide—several kilometers across, even broader than the mountain itself.
Scattered throughout were shiny metal weapons, gold, and jewels—treasures of great value that had remained untouched over time. They piled up into rough mountains, several of them.
At a glance, it was clear this was the capital of the dwarves. Every detail confirmed it. But that wasn't what Axel was searching for.
'There it is!'
As they listened to Bella's story, they learned about the Hearthfire of Nidavellir.
