Kraggul watched in horror as his warriors were slaughtered, powerless against the Ebizo. His heart sank as he realized the full extent of the situation: his once-formidable army was no match for these armored seadwellers.
If only they had a day's rest, they could have faced these new enemies, but the reality of the situation was, they were weaker than the Ebizo right now, and more exhausted.
As the battle raged on, the Hobgoblins' hope for victory turned into a desperate struggle for survival. The ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen, a testament to the brutal reality of the battlefield.
Each Hobgoblin who fell was a reminder of the grim fate that awaited the rest. The few who remained fought with a frantic, almost primal ferocity, but even their fiercest efforts were in vain against the shells of the Ebizo army.
