Amidst contemplation and the chaotic dance of emotions, a sudden jolt disrupted the goblin's musings. Unbeknownst to him, his right hand detached from his body, accompanied by a searing burning sensation that surged through every fiber of his being. A horrifying purple hue stained the forest floor as the goblin's own blood spilled.
"Ahhhhh...hhhh... that hurt! Why again? Why do I have to endure this?" The goblin wailed in agony, the echoes of his suffering reverberating through the enchanted Red Forest. The wolf, an observer to this grotesque spectacle, remained indifferent, its predatory instincts unswayed.
As the goblin writhed in pain, memories of his previous life flooded his consciousness. The pain in his past, the betrayals, and the heart-wrenching losses cascaded before his eyes. Helpless in the face of his family's downfall, he became a silent witness to the tragedies that unfolded – a haunting history that marked the essence of his very existence.
The purple blood oozing from his severed hand mirrored the anguish that had stained his soul. In the midst of despair, the wolf pounced, mercilessly pinning the goblin down. Powerless to resist, the goblin's vision blurred, and the specter of his own death loomed.
Yet, in the clutches of impending doom, a spark ignited within the goblin's spirit. A surge of determination rose above the agony, fueled by an unyielding will to resist the shadows of his past. "No, not again. I will not succumb without a fight," the goblin vowed.
With blurred vision and a battered body, the goblin summoned the last ounces of strength. The wolf, unaware of the goblin's silent defiance, continued its assault. In a desperate attempt, the goblin lashed out, and used it's claw in attempt to injur the wolf but my claw was not able to pass throungh it's fur but i didn't loss my hope and i start biting the wolf's leg. Unexpectedly, his teeth sank through the tough fur, marking a pivotal moment.
Undeterred, the goblin seized the opportunity, sinking his teeth into the wolf's neck. Each bite, fueled by the goblin's newfound resilience, signaled a metamorphosis. The once-indifferent wolf struggled, succumbing to the goblin's relentless onslaught.
As the wolf took its last breath, the goblin, battered and bloodied, did the unthinkable. With a mix of survival instinct and grim determination, he devoured the fallen adversary. A primal cry echoed through the Red Forest, a fusion of victory and the haunting echoes of despair.
Exhausted and wounded, the goblin succumbed to the inevitable. Sleep, a merciful refuge, embraced him as the Red Forest whispered secrets only the night could understand.
Chapter 2 End.