The chief of the Lumisoul goblin tribe was a 3-meter tall and imposing figure with a rich blue hue to his skin. His energy-containing vessels seemed to have perfectly merged with his body. There was no difference between his skin and his vessels. He lacked the greatest weakness that the rest of his tribe had, making him the strongest Lumisoul Goblin to ever exist.
He stood at the highest point in the clearing, observing the situation unfold with bloodshot eyes as one member of his tribe after another died at the hands of the undead.
He had been preserving his strength for what he believed would be the true challenge – facing the mastermind behind this sudden and unprovoked attack on his people. Undead had appeared out of nowhere in their land, catching many of his tribe members off guard. The stealthy emergence of the undead and their well-coordinated assault on his tribe was a clear indication of a higher intelligence guiding them.
