"The chief wanted you to join the clan once. Thought you had potential. But after what you did? That offer's gone. Now he only sees you as a corpse waiting to drop."
I ignored their taunts and shifted my gaze toward the remaining three, letting [Analyze] do its work as the faint overlay of information flickered across my vision.
Name: Gork | Race: Goblin
Title: Chosen
Level: 44
Innate Skill: [Blazing Draw]
Gork stood a few paces back from the others, his posture relaxed but deliberate.
Innate skill: [Blazing Draw].
The name said enough.
My attention shifted again.
Name: Mavrik | Race: Goblin
Title: Chosen
Level: 43
Innate Skill: [Toxic Core]
Mavrik's skin carried a strange sheen, a greenish hue that shimmered faintly under the dim light. His veins glowed faintly purple, pulsing with each heartbeat, and the stench that surrounded him confirmed what his skill hinted at—poison.
His claws were stained dark, and every exhale left a faint mist in the air.
