Chapter 43 - 42
"Skitz, call in Gobo1 and Gorrak. I need a word with them."
"As you command, my Lord."
Skitz bowed and swiftly turned, vanishing between the trees to fetch them.
Lumberling exhaled, rubbing his temple. "We’ve been delaying our return long enough... but this won’t take long."
He had originally planned to stay in the deep forest for only a couple of months. Nearly four extra months had passed. But it had been worth it.
Gobo2, Takkar, and Aren had all evolved—Hobgoblin Warrior, Kobold Berserker, Hobgoblin Spearman Warrior. Each now wielded strength on par with a Knight Page. Their growth wasn’t luck—it was hard-earned through brutal skirmishes, sleepless nights, and brushes with death. Their strength was real.
Gobo1 and Gorrak, however, hadn’t yet broken through. Not for lack of effort, but perhaps they needed a different kind of push. And Lumberling’s newly mastered skill might be the answer.
Footsteps approached.
"My Lord, you called for us?"
"Yes. How’s the hunt going, Captain Gobo1?"
"It’s going well. We just finished off a pack of giant rats along the mountain ridge."