Mikhailis moved cautiously through the fortress, his steps calculated, staying low as the chaos of battle echoed around him. The goblin fortress had turned into a war zone, with clashes of metal, battle cries, and spells being unleashed everywhere. He had managed to take down the lich, and now he needed to find Elowen. His heart pounded in his chest as he darted from shadow to shadow, using his agility to stay out of sight. The last thing he wanted was to get caught in the middle of this mess—he knew he wouldn't last long in a direct fight with any of the goblin champions, let alone the Goblin Apostle.