Then Thor's eyes widened. "Oh, gods. It's the scent of the old divine! I remember it now!" He shouted, his voice shaking with excitement. "A hundred years ago, during the sacred offering, the great Hephaestus appeared as a vision of flame. The smell—this is exactly the same!" Thurinn gasped, his eyes lighting up. "You're right! It's the aura of the old divine!" He hesitated, his brow furrowing. "But this guy's scent is strange. It's messy. Like several divine powers tangled together. Could he be one of them?" Thor's tone turned low. "That's impossible. He's just a man. But why would he have divine strength? Maybe Hephaestus sent him to guide us." Thurinn threw his arms up, his eyes shining. "Oh, great Hephaestus, god of fire and craft! You've finally remembered your children! Praise the heavens!" "Old divine, hear our devotion!" "Hold on, Thurinn," Thor said sharply. "Don't lose your mind just yet. The old divine would never be this weak. He's not one of them.""Then I'll check." Thurinn pulled out a strange brass telescope from his belt and lifted it to his eye, focusing on Aiden. "Wait, what? He's only level forty. That's way too low. But his stats—Thor, look at this! His psionic energy is insane!" "Let me see that!" Thor snatched the telescope from his hands. His eyes went wide. "Unbelievable. You're right. For that level, his psionic energy is monstrous. He must have divine favor!" "You think so? Should we let him come closer?" Thurinn asked, torn between caution and curiosity. They had been isolated for a thousand years. Their distrust of outsiders ran deep. If it had been anyone else, they would have swung first and asked questions later. But this man was different. Unmistakably different. Thor hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Let him come closer. We'll see what he's up to first. If he tries anything stupid, then we smash him." Thurinn gave a quick nod. "Yeah, you're right. Still weird though. I actually kinda like this guy." He yanked the telescope back and kept mumbling to himself while watching Aiden move closer. The two dwarves stood still, eyes locked on him, waiting as Aiden walked forward. … "Hold on, what? They're not fighting?" "That's insane! Every time we get close, we get flattened, but Nighthale just strolls in like he's on a runway?" "You're trying to reason with a legend? Get real." "I swear, I thought double standards only existed in real life. Turns out even the Dwarf King plays favorites. Unreal." "Come on, it's Nighthale. The guy's number one for a reason. He always pulls off the impossible." "Yeah, well, I still don't get it!" Aiden kept walking toward the Dwarves, calm and steady, and not a single hammer came flying his way. The crowd stood frozen, their nerves buzzing like live wires. Everyone knew Nighthale's power. The top player wasn't just a name—it was a legend. If he had destroyed the Dwarves, nobody would've blinked. That would've made sense. But walking right up to them untouched? That defied logic. They thought a battle would've taken place. But they were severely disappointed. A bunch of players had already started recording, ready to capture what they thought would be the greatest fight ever uploaded. They'd already picked the title: "Unreal! The Top Player Takes On Two Iron Giants!" It would've been an instant hit. But no fight happened. No sparks. No chaos. Just Aiden walking calmly forward like he owned the place.The crowd stood there with useless footage. One of them grumbled, "What do we even call this now? 'The Top Player's Secret Date With Two Bearded Dwarves?'" Another snorted. "You know what? That title might actually work." … While everyone argued over clickbait headlines, Aiden finally reached the Dwarves' camp. "Who are you?" Thor's voice came out deep and rough, each word sounding like it was carved from stone. In common tongue, their language was frank and straight to the point. "I'm a human. My name is Nighthale," Aiden said, his tone cool and even. "What are you doing here?" Thurinn asked, his grip tight around his hammer. Aiden paused, his gaze steady. "I came to ask for your help." "Our help?" Thor's frown deepened. "You want us to forge something for you? An artifact, maybe?" "No," Aiden replied, shaking his head. His calm didn't hide the flicker of surprise in his eyes. He'd known Dwarves were master blacksmiths, but he hadn't realized they could forge artifacts. That made them walking treasure vaults. "You're not here for our craft?" Thor and Thurinn exchanged confused glances. "Then what do you want?" Thor pressed. "I'm looking for the Lost Temple," Aiden said quietly. "The Lost Temple?" Thor's expression darkened. His body stiffened as his eyes sharpened with sudden suspicion.