As Siverra opened his eyes, he knew what he had to do. His body was still sore from sleeping on the cold, hard ground, but the urgency of his mission made him forget about his discomfort. He rose up from his floor in his base.
He focused his energy and began casting a new spell, one he had only recently learned. The mana indicator. A tiny ball of blue light formed at the end of his fingertip and floated above it, illuminating the dark forest around him. The spell allowed him to sense the presence of mana in the environment, giving him an edge when fighting against magical creatures.
With his new tool at hand, Siverra started walking, determined to find and defeat any monsters that crossed his path. He trudged through the forest, his bony feetcrunching the dry leaves underneath. The sound echoed through the silent woods, making it seem like he was the only one in this world.
Hours passed as he walked, his mind consumed with the thought of his next battle. Suddenly, the mana indicator flickered, and Siverra knew he was close to something. He quickened his pace, following the faint signal until he stumbled upon a village of goblins.
The village was primitive, made up of small, broken wooden fences and a single wooden tower. The goblins were gathered around a fire, huddled together to keep warm in the chilly night air. Siverra stood at the edge of the village, observing the creatures with a critical eye.
As he watched, he realized that he had an advantage. He had learned to communicate telepathically with his mana, a skill he had honed through practice in his own dimension. He decided to try it out with the goblins.
"Hey Goblins," Siverra projected his voice into their minds, "time for you to become my precious resources!"
The goblins all turned their heads at the sound of his voice, their beady eyes wide with surprise. They saw a tall, menacing figure standing at the edge of their village, wielding a staff that glowed with a blue light. They began to laugh, thinking that the large skeleton was no match for their numbers.
The flimsy skeleton stood before the horde of goblins, its bones rattling with each tremble of the earth. The goblins, chattering amongst themselves, thought little of the skeleton; to them, it was nothing but free scrap, a collection of bones to be added to their king's ever-growing throne.
But the skeleton was not so easily dismissed. Despite its delicate appearance, it possessed a fierce determination, a burning will to survive. As the goblins drew closer, it steeled itself for the fight ahead.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the goblins' minds, a voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. "Here's a spell I've been practicing when I made my base! Void Lift!" Siverra screamed into their minds.
In the midst of the dimly lit cavern, a group of twenty goblins scurried about their business, their raspy voices echoing off the walls. Suddenly, an unknown force, as dark as the deepest abyss, lifted eight of them off the ground. The goblins writhed and screamed as they struggled against the invisible grip, but it was no use. Siverra, a tall and imposing figure with eyes as black as the force that held the goblins, clenched his fists, and the screams abruptly ceased. The goblins were crushed into nothingness, leaving no trace of their existence.
The remaining goblins, panic-stricken and yelling in their own language, attempted to flee the scene. But their attempts were in vain, for they too were lifted into the air and met the same crushing fate as their comrades. As one of them took their final breath, they managed to send a distress signal to their king, alerting him of the attack.
Deep within his slumber, the goblin king was jolted awake by the pungent smell of blood. With a fierce determination, he grabbed his iron club - a weapon far superior to the wooden ones his subjects wielded - and charged out of his quarters. As he emerged from his stronghold, he could see the carnage that had unfolded before him, and his rage intensified.
The Goblin King surveyed the remnants of his once-mighty tribe. His heart pounded with fury as he gazed upon the twisted heaps of flesh and bone that had been his sons and daughters mere moments ago. Now, all that remained were pitiful piles of brain matter, scattered haphazardly across the ground. His mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions as he tried to process the devastating loss he had just suffered.
But amid the chaos and carnage, one figure still stood. Siverra. The very name sent a fresh surge of rage coursing through the Goblin King's veins. With a guttural growl, he launched himself at his foe, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You!" he roared, the sound ripping from his throat like a wild animal's cry. "You did this!"
Siverra's lip curled into a sneer as he sized up the goblin king. "Wow, there's still one left," he taunted. "You look a lil sp-"
Before he could finish his thought, the Goblin King hurled his club at Siverra with all his might. The weapon sailed through the air with a sickening thud, striking Siverra in the chest. The blow didn't do any real damage, but it was enough to make him stagger and reel.
For a moment, everything hung in the balance. The Goblin King tensed, his eyes fixed on Siverra as he waited for the perfect moment to strike. But then, to his shock, the club flew back into his hand as if by magic.
"This sneaky little rat!" Siverra seethed, his fury boiling over. He had never felt anger like this before, not even when he had been betrayed by his closest allies. This goblin had crossed a line, and he would pay dearly for it.
Siverra stood in front of the enraged goblin, his hand raised above his head as he prepared to unleash his signature move - the Void Lift. With a focused expression on his face and his muscles tense, Siverra's body quivered with anticipation as he unleashed the power of the Void.
But to his surprise, nothing happened. The goblin, who had been standing before him, still stood, unfazed by the attack. Siverra's mind raced with confusion and frustration, wondering what had gone wrong. He had used this move countless times before, and it had always worked without fail. What could have gone wrong this time?
As he stood there, lost in thought, the angry goblin began to scream. The sound was deafening, filling the air with a cacophony of rage and fury. Siverra looked on in horror as the goblin's body began to change, growing larger with each passing second. His skin turned a deep, angry red, and his eyes blazed with a fiery intensity.
In that moment, Siverra realized that something was different. This goblin was no longer the same creature that he had been facing only moments before. He had transformed into a B Class Superior monster - a powerful creature that Siverra knew would be difficult to defeat.