Her name was Arielle Vane.
Most knew her as the blind girl.
Few understood what that truly meant.
She walked at the front of the formation with a black silk blindfold wrapped cleanly over her eyes. Her posture was straight. Calm. Cold. Long silver hair tied back. Her face smooth and pale, almost delicate. Beautiful in a quiet, distant way.
At her feet padded a small grey puppy.
At least, that was what it looked like.
Only Daniel knew the truth.
Only Arielle saw through it.
The wolf's eyes were her eyes.
The mission was rated Silver-Four.
A goblin nest.
Simple. Containment. Eradication.
The report was wrong.
Again.
The forest opened into a shallow valley—and the smell hit first. Rot. Blood. Smoke. Too much of it.
Arielle stopped.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of her long Hitachi katana.
"One thousand," she said calmly.
The squad froze.
The squad leader swallowed. "What?"
"One thousand… two hundred… forty-five," Arielle corrected. "Goblins."
Silence.
Her puppy growled.
Low.
Then the valley exploded.
They came screaming.
Green bodies poured from holes, trees, broken stone. Rusted blades. Crude bows. Mad eyes. Too many.
The first line barely held.
"Defensive ring!" the squad leader shouted.
Too slow.
Arielle moved.
Her wolf expanded mid-step—bones shifting, fur rippling—until a massive war wolf stood beside her, eyes burning silver.
The blindfolded girl drew her blade.
Steel sang.
She vanished into motion.
Her katana moved in clean arcs—no wasted swings. Heads fell. Bodies split. Blood sprayed across leaves and bark. She did not scream. She did not breathe hard.
She cut.
Left. Step. Turn. Slash.
Her wolf tore through goblins beside her, snapping necks, crushing spines, guarding her blind side without command.
A goblin leapt from behind.
Arielle ducked before it even moved.
She pivoted and cut it in half at the waist.
Another goblin lunged at a squamate.
Arielle crossed ten steps in a blink and severed its arm, then its throat.
"You're clear," she said flatly.
The squad fought hard.
They were Red Flags.
Axes rose and fell. Spears punched. Magic cracked the air. Goblins died in heaps.
But the horde did not stop.
Minutes turned into blood.
Someone screamed.
Arielle was there before the scream ended.
Her blade pierced through two goblins at once.
She pulled it free, spun, and blocked an arrow with the flat of her blade.
Her breathing stayed even.
Cold.
Precise.
A machine built to kill.
Hours passed.
Bodies carpeted the ground.
Nineteen squad members bled. Some barely stood.
Arielle saved them again. And again. And again.
Every time someone slipped—she was there.
Every time a shield broke—she filled the gap.
By the time the goblins began to retreat, the valley looked like a slaughterhouse.
Then the champions arrived.
Large. Armoured. Smarter.
The squad wavered.
Arielle stepped forward alone.
Her wolf roared.
She met the first champion head-on.
Its cleaver came down.
She slid under it and cut upward—clean through chest and spine.
The second champion grabbed her arm.
She let it.
Then drove her blade through its skull.
The third nearly crushed her.
Nearly.
A shadow fell.
A whip cracked. with a horrifying sound.
Black leather snapped across the goblin's neck and removed its head.
"Still reckless," a woman's voice said.
Maria the Death Whip stood behind Arielle, smiling.
Behind her—two massive figures.
The Mawaazi Brothers.
They moved like storms.
The remaining goblins broke.
The valley fell silent.
Arielle stood still.
Blood dripped from her blade.
Her wolf shrank—bones folding smoothly—until the puppy returned, hopping into her arms.
Only then did her knees buckle.
A strong arm caught her.
Her brother.
Elias Vane.
Overprotective. Silent. Always watching.
"I told you," he muttered, holding her tight. "Too deep."
She leaned against him.
"I was fine," she said.
Maria laughed softly. then after pilling up all the corpses of the goblins a warp dog that Daniel has raised ever since a puppy in opened its mouth which will opened a Powerful warping portal, which decisively sent the two thousand goblin corpses and into the domain in the wolf space .
Daniel arrived at dusk.
He surveyed the field.
One thousand, two hundred, forty-five goblins.
Dead.
He stopped in front of Arielle.
She knelt.
He didn't let her stay there.
"Stand," Daniel said.
She did.
"You led," he said. "You protected your squad."
His eyes were serious.
"You killed more than any knight here."
The squad straightened.
Daniel spoke clearly.
"From this day," he said, "Arielle Vane carries the title—Goblin Slayer."
A ripple went through the ranks.
Maria smiled with pride.
The Mawaazi brothers nodded.
Daniel looked at the squad.
"Tradition," he said.
Grins broke through exhaustion.
Booze was owed.
Arielle adjusted her blindfold.
Her puppy yawned.
She turned slightly—toward Daniel.
"I will do better next time," she said.
Daniel nodded once.
"I know."
Above them, the night deepened.
And in Fort Knightfall, a new name was carved into memory.