Again and again, the blade struck fiercely, each pull followed by another deadly throw, until goblins fell one after another like wheat before a scythe. At the same time, Zion charged forward in his wolf form, his fangs flashing as he tore through the remaining monsters, ripping one goblin apart after another with ruthless precision.
Seeing its minions drop like flies, the goblin leader's eyes narrowed, tracking Addison and Zion as they tore through the battlefield.
"Geheheh… grahaha!" It let out a shrill, ear-piercing screech that echoed across the clearing. The sound cut through the chaos, and the remaining goblins immediately reacted, rallying at their leader's command.
Moments later, they shifted their focus, abandoning the battered caravan and turning their attacks toward Addison and Zion instead. To them, Mary and her group were already as good as dead; the real threat now stood before them, and they swarmed in, eager to crush it.
