Looking at the blue tattoed head on the floor, Lucius was confused about why it was the goblin. Then he figured out that the shaman had killed it out of rage.
Being surrounded and within minutes of death, he took a deep breath, reflecting on all his life experiences up to now.
He had lived for 36 years, and with its ups and downs, he could not have called it a bad life; if anything, it was above average. However, he was still not prepared to throw in the towel just yet.
The shaman inspected the ten humans it had trapped before smirking, gesturing with a neck-cutting motion, and then pointing away.
"What does it want?" the humans asked, confused and not knowing what the gesture meant.
Seeing the foolish beings in front of it not understanding, the shaman made a bone spear in the air before sending it flying towards them.
"Be careful!" Lucius warned, but it was too late as the bone spear had already travelled and deeply pierced one of the females, causing her to die on the spot.
