Chapter 18 - : 18 : The Hobgoblin Nation – Kingdom Chugh
Inside the Lavish Dining Hall of the Hobgoblin Royal Palace
A grand feast was spread across the long, polished table, where plates stacked high with roasted meats, goblets overflowing with wine, and golden trays of exotic fruits lay untouched. Despite the abundance of food, the room carried a filthy stench, both from the hobgoblins gathered and the disgusting atmosphere they exuded.
At the head of the table, the Hobgoblin King—a massive, battle-scarred brute with **dark green skin and jagged teeth—**sat upon his grotesquely decorated stone throne. His beady yellow eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger, not just for food, but for conquest.
And sitting across from him was his equally revolting son—the Hobgoblin Prince.
Ah yes, the idiot prince.
A creature so moronic, so perverted, and so delusional, that one might question whether he was truly the son of a king, or if the gods had simply made a mistake.
This fool, this disgusting creature, leaned forward, his thick lips curled into a vile grin.
"Father," he began, his voice drenched in twisted excitement, "once we take over the Grimclaw Kingdom and kill that wretched goblin king, Princess Lysandra has to be mine."
There it was—his obsession.
His sick fantasies.