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 fat

enjoy the little time they had

"G-Guh…?!"

Chief noticed that the echoes and screams

meant the last of the warriors

It was all over.

could only wait for his turn to

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

to his position

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

to be of any

their muscles were yet to develop, so they

Hobgoblins constantly bred,

wombs. Once they gave birth,

the tribe, that

three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were

they were

the annihilator—he would never find them—but due to starvation or

that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them would be trapped

and he doubted he could push

the end, the children and women only had one

another as their ancestors did in the past,

this to

already evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame for his

would still prefer for them

thought about his own children, and

to live… live no

~SQUELCH!~

rip open and his

before he

like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't last for too

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

before breathing his last in a pool of his own blood and

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant,

couldn't have

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