For hundreds of years, the offerings and prayers the Brass Dwarves made to the divine spirit lay right before them, a truly spectacular treasure, enough to make a reclusive hermit bow and to cause a brave hero's knees to buckle. No one could maintain their sanity in front of that mountain of gold and silver. Even General Bannock's breathing grew heavier.
He stepped forward, scooped up a handful of gold coins with his gloved hand, and held them before his eyes, letting the shimmering treasures slip through his fingers, falling onto the gold mountain with a light, pleasant sound.
"Hmm, Gaia, I have invaded your treasury, plundered your wealth. I will distribute these to those of your children whom you have abandoned...
Where are you?"
The General said in his heart:
"Stop me if you can. If you but send a sigh, I will cease all the actions I have planned. Yes, if you just speak! This will still be your sacred land, and all evil and schemes will never succeed here, just speak up..."
