The Dark Goblins

Third Person's POV

The words were thick with arrogance and cruelty.

The figure who spoke remained hidden among the goblins, but Ethan's sharp eyes found him easily.

The speaker was a towering figure who was nearly eight feet tall and clad in gleaming bronze armor with thick wolf fur draped over his shoulders.

A massive bronze halberd rested on his back, and his yellow toad eyes gleamed with greed as they lingered on Virelle.

She wore a short strapless red night dress that clung to her figure and the fabric strained slightly over her full breasts.

The dress left her shoulders and underarms exposed in the cold wind as her smooth pale skin glowed softly under the moonlight.

The delicate fabric swayed with her movements and gave the impression it might slip at any moment though in reality, it held firm.

Despite the lecherous stares from the goblins, Virelle remained composed with an icy and focused expression.