Finally, the elder's nefarious gaze fell upon the two remaining humans who had yet to learn their fate. As the creature advanced, Morgana instinctively stepped in front of the terrified Amara, shielding her from harm. With a quick assessment of their surroundings, she searched for an escape route, but the goblins had them trapped within a tight circle, leaving no avenue for retreat.
The elder studied the healer from a distance. While she possessed a healthier body due to the blessings of her goddesses, the holy magic permeating from her acted as a deterrent to the goblin's ambitions.
"You, human," the creature called out to the bandit leader who was just about done receiving treatment from one of his men. "I've changed my mind; you may have this one female."
Morgana's eyes widened in alarm, and Amara's knees trembled with fear. In a reckless act of desperation, the archer wrested a blade from the stubby arms of a goblin and lunged at the bearded bastard, ready to defend herself and her companion. But when a mysterious glow flashed from the eye sockets of a skull atop the elder's staff, Morgana abruptly froze in her tracks, the blade falling just inches short of the monster's throat.
"M-Morgana!" Amara cried out as the girl began trailing behind the retreating elder like an obedient dog. "What's wrong? What're you doing? Morgana!"
As her friend vanished into the distance, spirited away by the heartless fiend, Amara's knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground. With an outstretched arm that would never reach, she watched in despair. Meanwhile, not far behind, the bandits crept closer, their amused laughter echoing like a pack of cackling hyenas as they closed in to claim their prize.
As the innocent healer was hauled away by the lustful men, Lilith laid motionless on the ground, tears streaming from her vacant eyes, snot and drool mingling as her body convulsed under the relentless assault of the goblins.
Desperate screams, clawing fingers, cracked nails. Price cried out in agony as another powerful thrust sent his body jerking forward. But he couldn't escape the ironclad grip that imprisoned his hips, administering a fate far worse than death.
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SWISHH!
Time slowed to a crawl as a blade traced a white semicircle through the air. It narrowly missed the bridge of Daisuke's nose as he bent low to the ground. Time resumed its normal pace, and with it, a swift movement—the tail of the kobold descended like a whip.
WHOOPISHH!
The thick appendage struck the ground where Daisuke's head had been just milliseconds ago. The kobold, a bipedal creature with both reptilian and lupine features, tilted its head, using its keen sense of smell and sight to track its prey as Daisuke retreated into the canopy of trees using a golden chain.
"Magic Missile."
A perfectly aimed projectile targeted the creature's eye, but it raised a small shield to defend itself. When the beast lowered its arm, Daisuke had vanished from the limb where he had been just a moment ago.
CHENGG!
The kobold flinched as the accursed chain wrapped around its neck, dragging it towards the trunk of a tree. It despised the feeling of bondage, but at least now it knew the location of its prey.
As the predator readied its sword for a decisive strike, it soon realized that its quarry wasn't hiding behind the tree as it had assumed. The chains had been wound around two other trees to create that illusion. In reality, the human was directly—
STABB!
The Lipanthyer's Fang struck true, sinking deep into the creature's back, piercing flesh and bone with a satisfying thud. The monster staggered, its movements faltering as agony coursed through its body. It collapsed in a tangle of limbs upon the forest floor.
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