Chapter 35: Goblin’s hut battle
The familiar’s guttural bark echoed through the forest clearing, a primal warning that sent shivers down the spines of the goblin camp.
The creature’s hackles rose as it bared gleaming fangs, positioning itself before the green-skinned threats.
The goblins’ yellow eyes narrowed with predatory focus as they immediately unsheathed their crude weapons.
Behind the cover of the trees, Mitch and Leya exchanged a quick glance, their hearts pounding in synchronized rhythm.
The plan was simple: strike fast, strike hard, and leave no survivors. They had been waiting for the perfect moment when the creatures would be distracted and vulnerable.
As the goblins charged toward the familiar with bloodthirsty war cries, Mitch and Leya burst from their concealment like twin shadows given deadly form.
Their boots barely made a sound against the forest floor as they sprinted toward the four goblin archers positioned at the rear of the formation.
The archers, completely fixated on the snarling familiar before them, drew back their bowstrings, completely oblivious to the danger approaching from behind.
Mitch’s muscles coiled as he ran. Without breaking stride, he extended his right hand and channeled his magical energy into two perfectly formed spheres of crackling blue energy.
The mana balls whistled through the air, each one finding its target among the distant archers.