If Eli truly stood alone, then how, in Drugar's name, had he cultivated such strength among what should have been nothing more than weaklings?
His eyes narrowed as he studied the battlefield more closely.
Movement flickered at the edge of his vision—too quick, too deliberate to be chance.
A small goblin darted between shadows, its body shimmering as it slipped in and out of sight. [Stealth]. Each time it reappeared, another of Amon's warriors collapsed, a green corpse left twitching in its wake.
