The Tier 1 goblin leader’s face was ashen, with blood pouring from a deep gash along his ribs, he pressed his left hand hard against the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding, but it did little good, in all of this his right hand was still clutching to one of his swords, trembling from both pain and exhaustion.
He glanced back and saw the broken bodies of his comrades scattered across the battlefield, the few survivors were either crippled or barely clinging to life, a bitter cough sent blood spilling from his lips as his gaze snapped back to the source of his misery, the towering golem that had focused on him relentlessly.
The golem stood unmoving, its mace and shield dripping with gore, its presence alone radiating dread, it looked less like a golem and more like a war god
