The Goblin Apostle roared, an ear-piercing sound that echoed across the entire battleground. The force of it reverberated off the walls of the ruined goblin fortress, sending a chill down Mikhailis's spine. The cry seemed to awaken something in the air. Green energy began swirling around, seeping out from the fallen goblins scattered across the battlefield. It moved as if it had a life of its own, creeping towards the Apostle, wrapping itself around him like a living aura. Mikhailis watched in disbelief as the Apostle's wounds began to heal, his once battered and bloodied body straightening, the injuries vanishing before their eyes.
"Oh, come on," Mikhailis muttered under his breath, watching the hulking figure grow larger, its already massive form becoming even more imposing.
Vyrellda, who had been charging in, pulled up short, her eyes wide.
"You've got to be kidding me," she growled. Her grip tightened on her sword, her knuckles whitening.
