Ryn stood on the edge of the street, watching the dwarves move through the aftermath of the chaos.
There wasn't even the slightest hint of panic.
Sections of walls that were wrecked by relentless attacks along with any cracks were already being reinforced using either Blessings or their natural affinity to Earth.
Shattered doors were lifted, reset, and sealed, as if nothing had even happened at all.
A dwarf pressed both palms against a collapsed section of masonry, the stone glowed faintly before it groaned slightly and pulled itself upright. Another traced a line of fire along a warped metal frame, heating it just enough to bend back into place before the glow faded.
Ryn exhaled slowly.
He thought he was used to their situation, but the sheer nihilistic endurance of the dwarves never failed to unsettle him.
