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 fat

mean they got to enjoy the little time they

"G-Guh…?!"

the

last of the warriors

It was all over.

see, he could only wait

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

to his position when everything was going to

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

it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children and women could not be

and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead,

and their muscles were yet

the women, Hobgoblins constantly

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

the tribe, that was the

three hundred more Hobgoblins in the

were

find

of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit

he doubted he could

end, the children and women

ancestors did in the

Chief found this

so it was a descent of shame for his people to

them to do

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own children, and his

them to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush out along with his

didn't even take a second before he

second of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of

it meant, "The end has

he couldn't have been

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they're all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around