I sneaked into the group that was going to meet the Dwarf King, just to see that young king reveling in the attention of being surrounded by thousands.

But he is blind. I mean, he has been blinded by the glory of the ancient dwarves and the flames of desire ignited by the Spark, and thus he cannot see what is occurring right by his side. He speaks of the Dwarven Kingdom's future, yet he exhausts its present.

I think it's time to put an end to my journey. After reading through what my ancestors left to the world, I have fully understood the history of the Epoch of Might. Maybe I will write it all down in the near future.

I have translated my ancestors' words into the common tongue of this land. I may have altered the style a little, but the content has remained mostly unchanged. I hope one day someone will find out those words from my journal. The sacrifice of heroes must be remembered by the world.