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 gotten

got to enjoy the little

"G-Guh…?!"

Chief noticed that the echoes and screams had

the last of the warriors had

It was all over.

could only wait for

on his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip on his

he stubbornly clung to his position

other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be

there were pragmatic reasons why children and

too weak and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead,

in weaponry, and their muscles were yet

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

their wombs. Once they gave birth, they

the future of the

Hobgoblins in the room were the future of

were doomed to

would never find them—but due

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

and he doubted

the children and women only had

on one another as their ancestors did in the

Chief found this to be terribly

was a descent of shame for his people to indulge in

them to do that than to

about his own

to live…

~SQUELCH!~

rip open and his blood gush out

a second before

like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of

tongue, it meant, "The end has

couldn't have been more

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