The icy ground crumbled beneath them.

The dwarves, who had been standing firm, began to fall like scattered popcorn—along with the glowing blue gemstones embedded in Doomheim’s ceiling.

What awaited them below were the square-shaped homes they had built and lived in their entire lives.

But there was no sense of familiarity.

The dwarves had never looked down from above before.

They feared heights.

They had never climbed up.

And so, they had never fallen.

All that remained now was pure terror.

“Aaaahhhh!”

“We’re falling!”

“Eek!”

Screams echoed through the underground. Many dwarves had already fainted.

At this rate, Doomheim would soon become the site of a gruesome “tomato party.”

Ashies’s head snapped around, her twin blue eyes scanning the scene rapidly.

The tiara atop her head began to glow with a pale, icy light.

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A blue mist spread outward from Ashies, rapidly enveloping Doomheim.

Once the mist had blanketed the area, Ashies swept her right hand through the air.

The mist solidified, forming enormous hands of ice.

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