Chapter 188 Stormpeak's Secrets

• The towering gates of Stormpeak stronghold loomed ahead, carved with ancient runes that pulsed faintly in the twilight. Guards clad in thick, fur-lined armor stood watch, their sharp eyes tracking every movement. As Kael and the group approached, a gruff voice called out.
• “State your business!”
• Tharok stepped forward, his chest puffed out with dwarven pride. “Tharok Ironfist of Clan Irondelve, bearing a message for the council! These travelers are under my protection.”