I narrowed my eyes and called [Analyze] into play.
And the details appeared before me…
Name: Ezekiel | Class: Goblin Berserker
Level: 30 | Innate Skill: [Muscle Strengthening]
"Ezekiel?" I repeated inwardly, my thoughts stumbling over the name. It didn't sound like a name a goblin would have.
My gaze lifted back to him, unsettled.
The berserker shifted his weight, raising one of his axes and resting the blunt side across his shoulder. Muscles tensed beneath his skin, every line of him promising violence.
Then he spoke.
His voice was low, rough, but clear enough to get his point across.
"Were you the one who killed Amon?"
I narrowed my eyes, the pieces clicking into place.
Amon. That was the shaman's name—the very same goblin I had cut down not long ago. So my guess had been right: this berserker was another Blessed from the same clan, drawn here by… revenge?
Ezekiel's grip tightened around his axe.
