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?

all

that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and

meant the last of the warriors

It was all over.

could not see, he could only wait for his

on his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled

stubbornly clung to his position when

and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from

did not particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children

weak and unintelligent to be of any use.

in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to develop, so they could not properly wield any

women, Hobgoblins constantly

had children in their wombs. Once they

future of the tribe, that

more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of their

were doomed to

never find

of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them would be trapped

the only adult left, and he

the children and women only

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

this to be

was a descent of shame for his people to

would still prefer for them to do that than

his own children, and

live… live no matter

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush out along

before he was on the

for him, but thankfully it didn't last for too

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

were the last words the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant,

have been more

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