The night came once again, and the goblins were done making tools for the time being. They had enough to work with, though they still lacked the blueprints to forge weapons. Tools were different; they didn't need to be sharp, only durable enough to dig deeper into the earth.
What mattered most was that they had learned how to retain the metal from the ore—a skill that was invaluable. Because of this, the goblins' collective subconscious had shifted. They no longer simply wished to exist; now, they wanted to see what else they could create. Ambition, once foreign to them, was beginning to take root.
Byung had been the catalyst for this change, but even he knew it wasn't enough.
A gentle knock at his door disturbed his thoughts. Byung was already settled comfortably on Maui's bosom. Her breasts were soft, and he used them as pillows and a mattress at the same time—because why not?
