Orson stared in stunned silence for a moment before taking to the skies on Crimson Lizard King, avoiding the hail of goblin fire.
"Waaagh!"
A chorus of goblin cheers erupted as they saw their intruder retreat, the small creatures dancing in excitement.
From above, Orson confirmed what he had initially doubted—the goblin leader was indeed a player.
"If I'm not blind, then the world must be broken," Orson muttered, shaking his head.
What stood below was a grown man, painted green from head to toe, wearing nothing but white briefs and pulling exaggerated faces to match his companions. Even in the eccentric world of Infinite Dimensions, this sight was rare.
"Are you… a player?"
The goblin player froze, momentarily stunned.
Orson shrugged helplessly, almost embarrassed on the man's behalf.
Nightshade: "Quiet! This human is a friend of our clan. Nobody is allowed to harm him!"
