The energy and atmosphere of the mine had never felt so alive, even in its darkest hour. Torchlight danced across the rough stone walls, casting flickering shadows that made the space seem bigger, almost grand. Dozens of goblins packed the cavern, their green faces turned upward like flowers seeking the sun. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, some leaning on spears, others clutching makeshift clubs or broken tools. Whispers buzzed through the crowd—hopeful, nervous, electric. Gribnox's speech from earlier had lit a small fire in their bellies, a spark of shared fear turned to fragile resolve. But now, as word spread like wildfire through the tunnels, that spark was about to become a blaze.
"Byung's back!" someone shouted from the upper levels, and the name rippled outward, growing into a chant. "Byung! Byung! Byung!" The tone in their voices worried Drekk because it felt like a cult.
