The Goblin's Den 5

The goblin shaman, a crocked figure with beady eyes and a shamanic mask, stood at the forefront of the horde. Its guttural chants echoed through the forest, a sinister rhythm that seemed to invigorate its minions. Adonis, his senses heightened, prepared for the onslaught.

The goblins charged, their crude weapons glinting in the sunlight. Adonis met them with a flurry of sword strikes, his movements precise and deadly. Ice shards formed around his blade, adding an extra edge to his attacks. The goblins fell one by one, their bodies frozen solid before collapsing to the ground.

The shaman, sensing the tide turning, unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The ground beneath Adonis' feet trembled as the earth erupted in spikes of stone. The adventurer dodged and weaved, his agility allowing him to avoid the deadly projectiles.