Mikhailis crouched low behind a crumbling stone wall, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield that had once been the goblin fortress. The clash of steel, the cries of battle, and the roar of the Goblin Apostle echoed all around him. He tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible, keeping to the shadows, his gaze flicking from one corner to the other as he took in the madness of the scene. He could see Queen Elowen, her presence commanding as she led the charge, Vyrelda moving with a deadly elegance, and Earl Vaelis cutting down the goblins with his sheer strength. He felt a pang of pride, watching them fight like legends from an epic story.
But then, his eyes locked onto something that turned his blood cold.
