An Extra’s POV

"G-GERUK!"

In Hobgoblin tongue, that meant "Monster!"

This was the only word that came to the mind of the Hobgoblin Chief as he heard the deaths of his people.

Dozens of Hobgoblins being slayed in a single moment, and the voice of their annihilator echoing in depraved laughter as he inflicted an unjust punishment.

Just what… what did he and his people do to deserve this?!

For the seven months that he had been the Chief of the Hobgoblins, they had encountered nothing but peace and prosperity.

Within a month or two, he would finally be able to rest and join his ancestors in the earth.

Yet, this had to happen in his lifetime? In this own tenure of rulership?

Why?!

The fables of the Hobgoblin society told of a time when they were the prey of the NightWolves, but thanks to the leadership of the great KoKuKa, the Hob Chief at the time, they were able to turn the tables around.

It took several generations of Hobgoblin Chiefs, but they were finally able to conquer this land of darkness for themselves.

These events happened so long ago that only stories existed of them.

The Hobgoblins now only knew peace and prosperity, and the only reason they hadn't lost their touch of combat was due to the contests that were frequently held—once every month.

If it hadn't been for that, the Hobgoblins would have all grown fat and lazy.

The Hobgoblin Chief was initially grateful that they didn't abandon their culture.

He thought their training would finally be put to good use against the invader.

But now… now he thought differently.

Not only was their training rendered useless in this entity's presence, but his powers were something that no Hobgoblin could ever hope to attain.

Not even the great KoKuKa!

If this was how things were going to be, then wouldn't it have been better to have enjoyed themselves to the fullest?

should have all

that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left until their inevitable

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the

of

It was all over.

he could not see, he could only wait for his

he sat on his throne, his palms sweaty

stubbornly clung to his position when everything

in the other room. Since they could not participate in

there were pragmatic reasons why

to be of any

muscles were yet to

women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

had children in their wombs.

the tribe,

result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room

were

never find

blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them

left, and he doubted

the end, the children and women only had one

their ancestors did in the

found this

descent of shame for

still prefer for them

his own children,

live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with his

didn't even take a second before he was

for him, but thankfully it didn't

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

words the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last

it meant, "The end has

couldn't have been more

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like they're all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around to see the