Chapter 6: The Elite
Leon’s grips tightly on his crossbow. Beside him, Elise still presses against the fallen timber, her breathing shallow.
Heavy footsteps echoes through stone corridors. Each impact sends vibrations through the floor. Whatever approaches isn’t hurrying. It knew they have nowhere to run.
A seven-foot shape emerges from the shadows.
The Goblin Elite wear armor crafted from human bones—ribs, skulls, and femurs lashed together with sinew still dark with dried blood. Its right hand grips a massive cleaver fused with the remains of a butchered sword. The left drags a spike-laced hook behind it, metal scraping against stone.
Orange fire burns in its eyes, unlike the dull glow of lesser goblins. Steam rises from its nostrils as it studies them.
Leon opens his interface with trembling fingers:
[Zombie Manna: 12/100] [Grave Mage Active – Spell-casting Limited]
Twelve points. Maybe enough for one decent attack.
"That thing’s been feeding on other hunters," Elise whispers.