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

mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left

"G-Guh…?!"

the echoes

last of the

It was all over.

could not see, he could only wait for his

throne, his palms sweaty

stubbornly clung to his position when everything was

were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate

discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were

weak and unintelligent to be of any use.

weaponry, and their muscles were yet to

for the women, Hobgoblins constantly bred,

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

the tribe, that was

hundred more Hobgoblins in the room

they were

find them—but due to

the stone that blocked the

adult left, and he doubted he

the children and

on one another as their ancestors did in the

this to

evolved past that, so it was a descent

for them

Chief thought about his own children, and

personally wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

flesh rip open and his blood gush

didn't even take a second before

for him, but thankfully

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

breathing his last in a

tongue, it meant,

he couldn't have been

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