The entire hall vibrated as the clash resounded.
For a moment, there was a pause in the atmosphere. All the goblins waiting on standby and the other purple-skinned goblins waited and watched what was happening from afar.
Suddenly, there was another resounding sound, but this time much thinner than the last.
The goblin that had attacked Lucien staggered back—headless.
The body crumbled to the ground, and the head rolled through the air, flying straight at the leader of the goblins.
Erikta tilted his head as the head smacked the wall in a paste of green blood and slid down.
The leader's eyes blazed with a cold crimson light. He had no particular emotion on his face aside from suppressed hostility.
Then he grinned and waved his hand forward.
Immediately, the goblins shot forward, their agile, lithe bodies blurring through the air. But when they arrived at the door, their target was gone.
