Chapter 12: First Battle
The value on his retina fluctuated wildly.
Very quickly.
The Environmental Stability dropped below the critical threshold of 50%, and the originally bright green number instantly turned into a glaring crimson.
From between the tall, densely packed trees around him, faint sounds emerged—rapid, heavy breathing.
Along with sharp, grating cries, like fingernails scraping across a chalkboard.
The noise wasn’t loud, but it made one’s scalp tingle.
Hearing this sound, Lance instead let out a breath of relief.
That was the unique communication sound of Goblins.
According to the bestiary, these creatures possessed an extraordinarily keen sense of smell and had an almost pathological obsession with the scent of blood and decay.