Chapter 67: War (2)

My gun barked fiercely, a rapid succession of shots that rang out like thunder.

The goblins were quick but aimless, darting through the debris of the battlefield like shadows flitting from light.

I mowed down the hordes one by one.

A goblin fell, its shriek cut short as my bullet tore through its head.

Another fell, then another, while ichor splattered onto my suit.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood.

The battlefield stretched before me, a chaotic tapestry of clashing steel, guttural roars, and the occasional ear-piercing screech of goblins.

The ground beneath my boots was a muddy mess, churned up by the relentless trampling of orcish feet and the desperate scrambling of soldiers.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering flames of nearby fires.

It was a scene straight out of a nightmare, and yet, here I was, right in the middle of it.