And Oliver Patrick fought such a thing? At his age? To survive a defeat, and then to come back within weeks to kill it… Terrifying. Terrifying. That was the enemy he faced. He tightened his grip on his new warhammer. That was the enemy that he had to match. He had the weapons to do it – he had the System. Surely Oliver Patrick did not have such a thing. Indeed, the System had said in the past that no other human alive had received such a Blessing. It was unique to him, it was up to him to make use of it.
Just as the Hobgoblin pulled its whole body free, an answer was given to an unasked question: what was this upgrade in challenge that the System sought to add? From the same inky void that spawned it, there short an inky mass. It slammed into the Hobgoblin's chest, firing it against the side of the cliff, leaving an impact where it left it.
