Third Person's POV
"And in return, I beg you to please annihilate that boy! Torture him for eternity! Make those women your slaves!"
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold.
The creature stood before the altar with its form shrouded in shadow.
A gleaming bronze halberd jutted from its back and Ethan recognized that weapon instantly.
The goblin commander trembled with zealous fervor. Then, with unwavering determination, it gripped the halberd and raised it high.
Ethan's eyes widened as an unbelievable realization struck in his mind.
No way—
The sickening sound of metal slicing through flesh echoed through the valley and was followed by the thud of the commander's head hitting the ground.
Inky black blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain and drenched the crimson skull in a macabre baptism.