Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins-Chapter 82: The Goblin’s Den
The next day began with the cold, damp kiss of the forest morning. We again started what we were doing the previous day: killing creatures, making our way deeper into the whispering woods. The initial tension between Liora and Aurelia had been replaced by a grudging, efficient synergy born from shared combat. They moved like two sides of the same coin—Aurelia, a storm of raw, untamed lightning, and Liora, a calm, precise blade of holy light.
Our path was not an easy one. The forest seemed to resent our intrusion, throwing its monstrous denizens at us in a relentless wave. We fought off a pack of Shadow Cats, their forms flickering in and out of existence, their claws sharp as razors. Aurelia’s wide, arcing bolts of lightning illuminated the dark woods, forcing the creatures into the open, while Liora’s precise, elegant strikes picked them off one by one. I acted as the anchor, my own shadows rising to intercept any that slipped past their defenses, my spectral wolf, Volkin, a silent, deadly predator at my side.
Hours passed in a blur of sweat, blood, and the acrid scent of spent magic. The deeper we went, the darker and more twisted the forest became. The trees loomed over us like ancient, skeletal sentinels, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky, blotting out the sun.
It was in the heart of this oppressive gloom that I spotted it—a dark, gaping maw in the side of a moss-covered cliff, almost completely hidden by a curtain of thick, thorny vines. A foul, cloying stench, a mixture of rot, filth, and something else, something uniquely unpleasant, wafted from its depths.
"Looks like we found it," I said, my voice a low murmur in the quiet woods.
Liora’s eyes narrowed, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "If that’s the place," she said, her voice tight with a cautious tension, "then we need to be careful. And we need to signal the other team."
She drew a small, silver cylinder from her belt, twisted its base, and a brilliant, golden flare shot into the sky, cutting through the dense canopy and leaving a shimmering trail of light in its wake.
We approached the cave with a slow, cautious deliberation. The smell grew stronger, more overpowering, with every step. We pushed aside the thorny vines, revealing a dark, narrow tunnel that descended deep into the earth.
We had barely stepped inside when a guttural snarl echoed from the darkness ahead. A single goblin, its green skin covered in filth, its face a mask of stupid, suicidal rage, charged at us. It was a pathetic creature, its body little more than skin and bone, a crude, wooden bat clutched in its gnarled hands.
It went straight for Aurelia, its beady black eyes fixed on the bright, shining target of her golden hair. But before it could even reach her, she had already reacted, a brilliant, crackling whip of lightning forming in her hand. With a single, contemptuous flick of her wrist, she lashed out, the bolt of energy striking the goblin and turning it to a pile of smoking ash.
The sound of her magic, a loud, sharp crack that echoed through the narrow confines of the cave, was a dinner bell. A chorus of high-pitched, chittering shrieks answered from the darkness ahead. Dozens of goblins, their forms little more than fleeting shadows in the gloom, appeared at the edges of our light, their eyes gleaming like hot coals. They didn’t approach us, not yet. They just watched, their heads tilted in a strange, analytical way, before they turned and ran, their clawed feet scrabbling against the stone as they disappeared back into the deep, suffocating darkness of the cave.
"It would be troublesome to find and hunt each of them down," I said, my voice a low murmur. "This is their home. They know every tunnel, every crevice."
"Then we draw them out," Aurelia said, her voice filled with a confident, reckless energy.
"No," Liora countered, her own voice sharp with a caution that bordered on fear. "We wait for the others. We don’t know what we’re walking into."
But it was too late for caution. We had already stepped into their trap.
We moved forward slowly, our senses on high alert. The tunnel opened into a larger, cavernous chamber, its ceiling lost in the darkness above. And then, they came.
They didn’t charge at us in a single, mindless wave. Their attack was coordinated, strategic, and utterly terrifying. From the main tunnel ahead, a wall of larger, more heavily armored goblins, their bodies covered in crude, mismatched pieces of scavenged metal, advanced on us, their shields locked together in a surprisingly effective phalanx.
At the same time, from dozens of small, hidden crevices in the walls and ceiling, smaller, more agile goblins began to pour out, their movements a blur of green and brown. They threw rocks, chunks of sharpened stone, and crude, poison-tipped darts at us, their attacks designed not to kill, but to distract, to disorient.
Aurelia, her face a mask of grim determination, unleashed a powerful, wide-arc lightning spell, a brilliant, crackling wave of energy that slammed into the goblin phalanx, sending several of them flying. But in the narrow, enclosed space of the cave, her magic was a double-edged sword. The force of the blast sent a shower of rocks and debris raining down from the ceiling, forcing us to scatter.
Liora, her face pale but her eyes filled with a fierce, protective light, moved to shield Aurelia, her own blade a blur of silver and gold as she deflected the rain of projectiles. But she was overwhelmed. A heavy rock struck her in the shoulder, sending her stumbling to one knee.
I moved then, my own shadows rising to meet the encroaching tide. I summoned Volkin, my spectral wolf, his form a blur of silver and black as he tore into the smaller goblins, his spectral fangs and claws ripping through their flesh with a brutal, silent efficiency. I created a wall of solidified shadow, a desperate, last-ditch attempt to shield us from the relentless barrage of projectiles.
But they were too many. They were everywhere.
A net, woven from thick, thorny vines, dropped from the ceiling, entangling Aurelia. As she struggled, a massive, club-wielding goblin, its face a mask of pure, unadulterated rage, broke from the phalanx and charged at her. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
I moved to intercept, my own shadow blade forming in my hand. But a smaller goblin, its eyes gleaming with a cunning intelligence, threw a small, clay pot at my feet. It shattered, releasing a thick, acrid smoke that burned my eyes and lungs, my vision blurring into a painful, watery mess.
I heard Aurelia scream, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror. I heard Liora cry out her name, her voice a mixture of fear and fury. I heard the sickening, wet crunch of the goblin’s club as it found its mark.
When the smoke finally cleared, we were a mess of blood, bruises, and shattered pride. We had won, yes. The last of the goblins lay dead at our feet. But the cost had been high.
Aurelia was unconscious, a deep, ugly gash on her forehead, her golden hair matted with blood. Liora knelt beside her, her own arm hanging at an unnatural angle, her face a mask of pale, grim pain as she poured a healing potion over Aurelia’s wound. And I... I was a mess of shallow cuts and deep, painful bruises, my own body screaming in protest.
We were exhausted, in pain, and our confidence was shattered. We waited there, in the grim, silent aftermath of the battle, before moving forward.
After some time, when Aurelia had finally stirred, her eyes fluttering open with a pained groan, we decided to press on, to see what lay deeper within the goblins’ den. We moved slowly, our bodies aching, our senses still reeling from the brutal, unexpected assault.
We passed through the main goblin nest, a large, foul-smelling cavern filled with crude, makeshift beds and the gnawed-on bones of unidentifiable creatures. And then, we entered a smaller, quieter chamber, one that seemed to be set apart from the rest.
And what I saw there was something I shouldn’t have. Something that made the blood run cold in my veins and the air freeze in my lungs.
