Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, and smoke—this was all the green-skinned goblins of the Tree Clan could see. Their world, once vibrant with the lush greens of their mighty oak tree homes, was now consumed by a blinding white haze. These goblins, who prided themselves on their cunning and agility, had prepared for an inevitable battle, sharpening spears and arrows crafted from the sacred wood of their oaks. Yet, none of that mattered against this suffocating fog that crept into their lungs and minds.