As the word left Magnus's lips, the wholr space descended into an unnerving silence. The crowd of goblins stood frozen, a mixture of shock and indecision etched upon their faces. A heavy question hung in the air, a choice that could alter the course of their lives forever.
Should they surrender? Should they relinquish their peaceful existence to this human, potentially facing enslavement or something far more sinister? Or should they refuse, inviting the full force of his wrath, an annihilation that would leave none spared?
Magnus waited patiently, offering no pressure, simply observing as the silence stretched, each moment heavy with anticipation. The goblins exchanged anxious glances, their eyes darting back and forth, a silent conversation taking place amidst the tension. Finally, one goblin broke the impasse. A scrawny, elderly goblin, his pale face a canvas of fear, stepped forward.
