The goblin knight seated on its crude stone throne flinched upon witnessing a trespasser who dared touch its land. Its yellowish eyes glinted ferociously, and it snorted its command to the battalion that gathered there, whose attention was occupied by wanting to see a vast blue sky and vibrant world outside.
*Gaah!
Its hoarse voice echoed within the place, freezing the atmosphere around it. The other goblins, who were still oblivious to the intruder, turned to the throne.
The goblin knight's face twisted in exasperation by its foolish subordinates, who could move only at his behest. Its tall 170 cm body stands up and reaches out toward the broadsword leaning on the side.
Upon gripping the sword, its hand blurred, and then a violent wind whistled through the area with only a swing. It generates enough force to make the battalion stiffen like stone.