"Am I too late?" Ned said with his voice muffled under the Kurashinpi mask.
The answer was NO after one of the massive cages shook that was then followed by a roar. As the shaking continues, the moldy green tarp that was covering it fluttered and fell.
Gogmurch was ramming his shoulder against the iron cages. The old goblin-general was half-naked with only a loincloth covering his groin. His hands—rather a hand—was holding the iron bars with his leg trying to support the force he was exerting. But no matter how he struggles and exerts his force, the bar would not bulge even just for an inch.
Around the defensive formation of the Hunters were the invaders in different grotesque-looking masks clad in crimson and black to black cloak extending from being a hood down to their ankles: they wore the deep blood cloaks to hide their skin.
