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

they got to enjoy the

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes and screams

meant the last of

It was all over.

could only wait for his

palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip on

no idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was

could not participate in war, they

when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why

unintelligent to be of any use. Instead, they would

muscles were yet to develop, so they could not properly

Hobgoblins constantly

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

future of the tribe, that was the

in the room were

they were doomed

never find them—but due to starvation or some other unfortunate

adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the

only adult left, and he doubted he could push the stone

and women only had

one another as their ancestors did in the past, while breeding constantly to stay

Chief found this to be terribly

so it was a descent of shame for his people to

he would still prefer for them to

his own children,

personally wanted them to live…

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush out along with

take a second before he was

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

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

meant,

he couldn't have been more

********

Rey muttered as he looked around to see the corpses