And on a crude wooden chair, frozen mid-breath, sat the Goblin King. Two women knelt by his sides, bound tightly, their fear etched into every line of their bodies.
Nolan's eyes darkened. He clenched his fist. "How dare you…"
Time resumed.
The Goblin King stirred as time resumed. His eyes locked onto Nolan, confusion flashing before twisting into a snarl.
"Hey… who are you?" he growled.
Nolan's gaze was cold. "Good thing you can speak. That means we're going to have a conversation." His eyes flicked briefly to the chained women trembling in the corner, then back to the throne.
The Goblin King smirked, baring jagged teeth. "That's such a nice suit you're wearing. I don't know how you got in here without me noticing… but it doesn't matter. I'll end you."
He raised a clenched fist, green light flaring in his palm until it blazed like fire. With a guttural roar, he hurled the energy straight at Nolan's face.
