It was a moonless night when the final test came. A challenge unlike any before it.
Beneath the earth, in the darkest depths of the goblin city, there was a creature whose name was whispered only in fear—the Goblin Lord, a mutated, ancient being who had surpassed the hobgoblin stage. He had once been a goblin, but after decades of unrelenting bloodshed, he had evolved into something that no longer resembled any goblin at all. He was an orc who is said to be the higher stage of that of a hobgoblin.
The Goblin Lord was the pinnacle of goblin evolution, and his power was said to be unchallenged. It was whispered that he had the strength of ten hobgoblins combined, the magic of an entire coven of sorcerers, and a cruelty that surpassed even the darkest nightmares.
Eliana had heard of him, of course. And when the other goblins whispered that she should challenge him to claim her place as the true ruler of the goblin kingdom, she knew there was no choice but to face him. The final step in her evolution awaited.
The fight was unlike any Eliana had ever encountered. The Goblin Lord was monstrous—bigger, stronger, and faster than anything she had ever faced. His skin was as tough as stone, his fists like hammers, and his breath was foul with the stench of decay. Magic crackled around him, violent and potent. But Eliana was no longer the broken creature she had been when she first arrived in these tunnels. She was something more now.
The battle raged on for hours, a brutal exchange of blows and magic. The Goblin Lord's power was overwhelming, but Eliana fought with an unmatched fury. She summoned blasts of energy to blast him back, only to watch him shrug it off, his body regenerating with unnatural speed. But she didn't give up. She couldn't.
Finally, in a moment of pure rage and desperation, Eliana's magic surged beyond control. A roar ripped from her chest as she let the power consume her entirely, her body shaking with the force of the transformation. The ground beneath her feet cracked, and a burst of blinding light illuminated the cavern. When the light faded, Eliana stood over the fallen body of the Goblin Lord.
But she was no longer a goblin. She had transcended.
Her muscles had swelled, her skin had hardened into a near-indestructible Armor, and her tusks had grown long and fearsome. She was no longer a mere hobgoblin—she was an orc, a being of unparalleled strength and ferocity.
Her transformation was complete.
And now, Eliana—Lady Valerius, the broken heir—was no more.
What stood in her place was a beast of vengeance, a force of destruction who would tear down kingdoms, topple empires, and make those who had wronged her pay the ultimate price.
The road to vengeance had led her here. And now, nothing could stand in her way.