The deafening roar that echoed through the goblin fortress stopped everything. Goblins who had been bustling around the fortress—training, patrolling, dragging prisoners—all halted. A tension filled the air, heavy like a storm about to break. Mikhailis, hidden behind a crumbling wall, peeked out to see what was happening.
His goblin form was still in place, but he felt the unease building inside him. He scanned the courtyard, his goblin eyes taking in the mass of goblins gathering towards the center of the fortress. And then he saw them—four Goblin Champions flanking a larger figure. They descended slowly from the higher level of the fortress, the very air seeming to shift around them.
