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 gotten fat

would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left until their

"G-Guh…?!"

that the echoes and screams

of the warriors had

It was all over.

not see, he could only wait

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

idea why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything

could not participate in war, they had to

warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children

be

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

Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were constantly

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

future of the tribe, that

Hobgoblins in the

they were doomed

find them—but due to starvation or some other unfortunate

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

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

the children and women

did in the

found this to be

a descent of shame for his people to indulge in such an

still prefer for them to do that than to die

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his

live… live no matter

~SQUELCH!~

his blood gush out along with his

before he was on

felt like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

meant, "The

he couldn't have been more

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