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

enjoy the little time they

"G-Guh…?!"

noticed that the echoes

meant the last of the warriors had

It was all over.

not see, he could only wait for his turn

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

stubbornly clung to

they could not participate in war, they had to be sheltered from all of

came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children

unintelligent to be

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

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were

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

the future of the tribe, that was the

more Hobgoblins in

they were doomed to

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

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

and he doubted he could

and

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

this to be terribly

past that, so it was a descent of shame for

for them to do that than to

his own children,

wanted them to live…

~SQUELCH!~

flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with his

a second before he was on the brink of

for him, but

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

tongue, it meant, "The end

he couldn't have been more

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he looked around