As the mutated goblins emerged from the shadows, their grotesque appearance sent shivers down my spine. Their unnaturally large frames and disfigured faces indicated the effects of mutation, marking them as formidable opponents.
"Keeeeeeeeeeeeek!"
"Kirik, Kirik!"
Their discordant cries filled the air, setting a tense atmosphere in the forest. The purple and red hues of their skin added an otherworldly element to their presence.
"If they've mutated goblins, they're likely at [E+] rank," I mused, gauging the potential threat they posed.
Over ten of these mutated goblins fixated their gaze on me, their ominous advance signalling the impending clash. Ready for the challenge, I gripped my sword with determination.
"Kirik, kirik!"
"Kiriiiiiiiiiirik!"
The cacophony of their screeches echoed, creating an unsettling symphony. With a nonchalant comment about their noise, I braced myself and charged towards the horde.
