The Goblin Chief, now grotesque and more menacing than ever, loomed before Korig and Ezra like an abomination spawned from the darkest corners of the abyss.
Its sinewy muscles, exaggerated and augmented by the vile power of the shattered skull necklace, gave it an almost monstrous quality.
Veins snaked across its green, leathery skin, throbbing with the venomous energy that surged through its being.
With bellowing roars that echoed like the cries of damned souls, the Goblin Chief charged.
Its claws extended like grotesque daggers, ready to eviscerate its foes.
Korig and Ezra, despite their exhaustion, met the charge with a fierce determination.
They moved in unison, a testament to their camaraderie and shared purpose.
Korig, his movements honed by years of training, employed a blend of Muay Thai and Krav Maga, every strike deliberate and calculated.
