Chapter 111: A Confrontation, Fiona And Steve
The footsteps grew louder, heavier, as more towering goblins joined the ones already trudging forward. They advanced with brutal confidence, their guttural bellows echoing against the twisted trees. Thirteen in total.
Thirteen goblins, cornering Steve and Fiona from every angle, voices rumbling in harsh, primitive tongues.
The lead goblin—the one that had devoured their comrade whole minutes ago— stood proudly, still just a few meters away from the rock where Steve and Fiona hid. It’s jaws still stain with the fresh crimson thickness of the magic guard’s blood.
’Please don’t notice us. Please don’t notice us. Please don’t notice us.’
Steve’s thoughts spiraled, looping on that single prayer. Only thirteen, but far too many. He couldn’t control that many at a go. Not in any useful way. If they were spotted, without a shadow of doubt, they’d die.
Then it happened. The goblin which had remained focused on its approaching clan for so long, in a sudden stride, turned its head. Eyes gleaming as it looked down.
Right at them.
Steve froze, arms still wrapped around Fiona’s body, her rear pressing against his ribs. Her breath hitched, shallow and tense, just under his chin. They didn’t move. Couldn’t.
The goblin looked directly at them, obviously confirming that they were real.
Steve’s heart punched his ribs. His eyes locked with the creature’s as the chill in the air grew denser by the passing seconds
’Fuck.’