The dimly lit chamber was eerily silent except for the sound of goblins growling, their weapons clanging on ground as they advanced toward me.
Ten pairs of red eyes locked on me with not so good intent. My hand tightened around the rusted sword, the rough handle digging into my palm.
"Alright, no aura," I muttered under my breath, trying to steady myself. "Just good old-fashioned fighting. Piece of cake."
Behind me, Nebula leaned casually against the wall, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. "You've got this, my prince!" she cheered, her tone dripping with amusement.
"Stop calling me that. Will you?" I snapped, sparing her a quick glare.
"But you're so heroic," she teased, clasping her hands.
"Sure, I'm a hero fighting goblins without powers while someone stands there doing nothing!"
She laughed lightly, ignoring my frustration. "Consider it your chance to impress me."
