[(5) (goblins) have entered (Void's) Field.]
[(1) (hobgoblin) has entered (Void's) Field.]—
Vero turned sharply to the noise of a snapping branch, the bead of sweat on his brow whipping free. He zipped his jacket a little bit more, pushing down Lotus's head. Then he took out the lighter from his pocket and picked up a branch. Deathwood was highly flammable.
He flicked the lighter, the tip of the wood immediately catching fire, purple smoke leaking out of it. He waved the makeshift torch around to locate the threat. He took a step back, his gasp getting caught in his throat. Beneath a tree, there it was. A goblin.
Leathery red skin and height of three to four feet, the creature had pointy nose and ears. Its eyes were tiny in comparison, but when Vero waved the fire, they widened—
