For a chief of a tribe facing someone who already knew about the Empire, Arm, and the Indomitable Alliance�s relationship, that was all he could ask for.

If his kneeling could save the lives of even a few of his tribe members from this human who was giving off an aura that was at the level of a Dragon, he would be happy.

That was why he could not help but continue to stare at Cale.

Cale then turned back toward the chief after looking around at the other Dwarves. The chief who thought that his chance had come tried to open his mouth to speak toward Cale again, but Cale was a bit faster.

�There is something for all of you to make.�

Dwarves were known for their abilities to make things.

Chief Kanelle gulped down his fear from this Dragon Fear-like aura as he asked.

�What is it you need us to make?�

�Are Flame Dwarves just sad creatures who need to make things and have it taken from us?

Are we not meant to have freedom?�

It was the moment despair went through Kanelle�s eyes.

Commander Cale looked at Kanelle and the Dwarves as he continued to speak.

�Make some wings.�

Wings.

That word made the Dwarves flinch.

They had made wings during their attempt to win the battle at the Gorge of Death.

However, those wings ended up being ripped apart and they had failed.

�T, the same wings?�

The chief asked with a shaky voice and Cale thought about someone as he looked at the chief Dwarf.

Icarus.

It was a character from Greek Mythology. He had used his wings to fly up toward the sky before he fell to his death.

However, Cale did not want another Icarus.

He called someone else over instead of responding to the Dwarf who was desperately waiting for a response.

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