It was a sickening sight, the grotesque dance of the Goblins, lost in their primal aggression.
The very beings that had taken innocent lives were now consumed by their own brutality, their malevolence turned inward.
In the midst of the melee, a Goblin with a twisted grin seized the opportunity to hurl the body into the pit, eager to be rid of it.
The lifeless form tumbled into the abyss, its fate sealed in the darkness below.
The horde, caught in the throes of their battle, paid little heed to the discarded body.
Their savagery had blinded them to anything beyond their immediate desire for violence.
The goblins on guard turned their attention toward the disturbance, momentarily distracted.
It was the moment they had been waiting for, a chance to slip past the guards unnoticed.
With their hearts racing, they sprinted toward the concealed entrance, their breaths held tight.
