Horacio peeked over the hill slope to make sure there were no straggler goblins hiding in the shadows to snipe outsiders. His sharp eyes did not catch any living soul. The retired mage was rusty; the last battle he fought was decades ago. However, his instincts were still sharp. He never underestimated monsters, not even goblins.
Horacio raised his head to get a wholesome view of the battlefield.
'Is it a battlefield though?' It looked more like a massacre. A graveyard.
The moon was exceptionally bright that night. Whoever or whatever had struck the goblin army, they did not see it coming. A battalion of goblin soldiers lay dead in two concentric circles. Several hundreds of them butchered mercilessly. He could see from the way the bodies were scattered that some of them had tried to get away from whatever had tried to kill them. Who could be so powerful to terrify an army of goblins?
