The forest was eerily silent, save for the crunch of leaves under my boots.
The canopy above blocked most of the moonlight, casting long, flickering shadows across my path.
My body still ached from earlier, every step reminding me just how close I am to death.
But I wasn't stopping.
The shadows between the trees shifted strangely.
My gut told me I wasn't alone.
And in this world, instincts were rarely wrong.
Then came the snap of a branch.
The silence shattered.
Leaves rustled violently, and I caught the faint sound of snarling.
The air grew heavier, charged with something primal.
I froze mid-step, my pulse quickening.
The air around me seemed to thicken, every sound amplified.
The moment I sensed their presence, I had already tucked Doom into the spatial inventory, where Ori is.
Then they came.
From the darkness.
They emerged.
Goblins.
At first, it was just a few of them.
