Chapter 110: Don’t Let It Take Me
Steve’s heart pounded in his chest as Fiona’s eyes widened in fear, flickering from side to side as she scanned the shadows.
The forest air was thick with the low, guttural bellows echoing from every direction. They were certain of it now—surrounded. Her gaze snapped back to Steve, searching his face for guidance, for reassurance.
Even Steve, composed as he usually was, couldn’t mask the tension in his features. His eyes, sharp and alert, shifted from left to right, trying to pierce through the darkness.
The bellows grew louder, more numerous. He bit down on his bottom lip, thoughts racing.
’How many goblins could have gotten this deep into the woods by nightfall?’ he thought, jaw tightening.
’Damn it. There might be too many for me to control all at once. This could be bad. Real bad.’
But even then, he reminded himself—
’I still have the trump card. The ghost. If it comes down to it... I can still summon it and command it to slay all the goblins.’ He exhaled, calming himself slightly.
’But for now... I need to be certain. We need to make it out of this alive—without using them.’
Snap.
The sharp crack of a twig pierced the silence like a dagger. Both Steve and Fiona stiffened instantly, their ears attuned to the subtle disturbance. The sound had come from somewhere close—far too close.