Yet just as he prepared to continue his charge, A deep sound echoed across the camp.
A guttural roar.
Low.
Heavy.
Intimidating.
The ground trembled slightly as massive footsteps followed, each step carrying weight far beyond the others.
Thoom.
Thoom.
Arthur stopped.
The goblins around him suddenly grew quiet, their fear shifting into something closer to relief.
Something powerful was approaching.
Arthur slowly turned toward the direction of the sound, a sharp grin forming on his face.
"…Now that," he said softly, "sounds interesting."
The air grew heavier.
The battle had just changed.
Arthur felt it before he fully saw it.
The distortion in the mana was heavy. Dense. Pressing against his senses like a weight. Even without looking, he already knew this one was different.
Not a normal goblin.
Something stronger.
Something that ruled.
The creature stepped forward slowly, and the ground seemed to respond to its weight.
Thoom… Thoom…
