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

least, that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had

"G-Guh…?!"

the

last of the warriors had

It was all over.

could only wait

sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip on

to his

Since they could not participate in war, they had to

particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why

weak and unintelligent to be of

muscles were yet to

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so

women in the tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave

the tribe, that was the

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of their

were doomed

the annihilator—he would never find them—but

that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them would be

and he doubted he could push the stone boulder

children and women only

did

Hobgoblin Chief found this to be

it was a descent of shame for his people to indulge in

them to do that than to

thought about his own

wanted them to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush out

didn't even take a second before

agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't last for too

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his

it meant, "The end

have been more

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