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?

have all gotten fat

would mean they got to enjoy the little time

"G-Guh…?!"

noticed that the echoes and screams

meant the last of the

It was all over.

could only wait for

throne, his palms sweaty as

stubbornly clung to his

other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from all of

not particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were

to be of any

muscles were yet to develop,

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so

in the tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth,

the future of the tribe, that was the

a result, the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of

they were doomed to

of the annihilator—he would never find them—but due to starvation

of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked

left, and he

children and women

feed on one another as their ancestors did in the past, while

this to

descent of shame for his people to indulge

prefer for them to do that than to die

thought about his own

them to live… live no matter

~SQUELCH!~

his

before

hell for him, but

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

before breathing his last in a pool of his

it meant, "The

he couldn't have been

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all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around to see the corpses of