"We heard it from the former chief. It is a forest predator. Deer-shaped, but it's not prey. It feeds on blood. Marks its territory by goring trees. And its eyes—if you meet them, you forget how to walk."
My brows drew together.
"You're saying it can mess with minds?"
Narg nodded.
I hesitated. I didn't want to have them deal with something so troublesome.
I had no idea what level this thing might be. If it was too strong, sending the goblins after it would be like tossing them into a meat grinder.
If I were alone, I'd take the risk. But this wasn't just about me anymore.
Narg, as if sensing my hesitation, stepped forward.
"It's a young one, Chief. That's why it's easy to track," he said, voice calm and steady. "The older ones hide deeper. And young ones—they haven't mastered their powers yet. We have a chance."
He met my gaze."I say we hunt it."
There was no fear in Narg's voice—just quiet conviction. He believed in this fight. In their strength. And in me. No pressure.
