"What the hell is that?" a voice resonated from behind.
It was Lilitu—and, like always, backed up by Thalvron.
The goblin roared as if answering them, "I am your worst nightmare." The sheer pressure of the loud shout shook the underground, as if threatening an earthquake.
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It had been a shaking chaos with the whole of the under-surface terrain shaking with each step the chest-eyed goblin took.
Its stature, although single, generated even more fear than the separate goblins could do in their many numbers.
"Get the woman out of here... why is it aiming at her?" Thalvron roared as he held back the matching hammer of the goblin from turning Isabell into flat meat.
"Personal beef, I'll say," Tasha rasped, dread covering her face, but she knew better than to hang around. Her simple batten would barely be a mosquito bite now.
