In the forest where there were big trees, which seems to be always full of life, there was a lone goblin traveling through the day.
It was quite weird as goblins were always together. But, if you think about the identity of this goblin, it was normal.
He had the color of gray for his skin, and his body was rather slim. Well, he wasn't really slim, but if you compare it to other goblins, he was slim.
Shush.
As the goblin moved from one tree to another, he soon looked up to the still sky.
Why? It was because the clouds parted, and he felt a tremendous power shaking the land.
However, that could be considered a normal event for this particular goblin.
After all, he used to belong to the Five Great Clans, which was the home of several monsters that could cause that kind of destruction.
"Are some monsters fighting it out?" That goblin spoke as he waited for the tremor to stop.
