At the first light of dawn, the Hobgoblins emerged. Their numbers stretched across the barren wasteland, a sea of twisted, monstrous forms as far as the eye could see.
However, what had once been an intimidating force was now reduced to merely half its original strength. Many were on the verge of collapse, their bodies ravaged by the relentless plague.
Yet, the two Hobgoblin Generals stood unscathed amidst the chaos.
Perhaps they had evolved beyond the rest, or maybe the venom took longer to affect them. No one knew for sure.
Rain and the others waited, their resolve tested by the sight before them. Though stricken with the deadly disease, the Hobgoblins still had overwhelming numbers.
