Chapter 46
The trees and grasses whispered under the serene moonlight, their leaves rustling like hushed secrets carried on the wind. A gentle cool night breeze grazed against Dax's exposed skin, carrying with it the faint metallic tang of distant poison and the clean, earthy scent of dew-soaked plains.
He stood motionless, facing a figure that had once been the trembling dark-green goblin.
The creature was no longer small or frail.
It towered now—massive, broad-shouldered, its dark-green skin gleaming like polished obsidian under the moon. Serpentine eyes glowed a deep, venomous amber, slitted pupils contracting and dilating with every breath. Thick cords of muscle shifted beneath its hide; poison seeped in slow, glistening beads from its pores, dripping to the grass where it hissed faintly on contact.
"It is complete."
