The goblins gripped Noa's single free arm tightly and began dragging him toward a narrow crevice at the base of a hill.
Sara remained behind, anxiety etched across her face.
In the depths of the forest stood a barely noticeable hill, roughly fifteen meters high. Noa stopped in front of it.
The opening was tiny, barely wide enough for one goblin to squeeze through.
Noa turned to the goblin beside him and spoke in a cold, commanding tone:
"You go first."
The goblin faltered, clearly unhappy, but offered no resistance. With a dejected air, it crawled into the crevice first.
Noa had no choice but to follow on all fours.
Inside was a cramped, house-like tunnel.
The ceiling was so low that sitting upright was impossible; only crawling was allowed.
Noa sighed heavily, his mood souring.
"One arm tied, the bone still not fully healed… Can I even manage a tunnel like this?"
Even as he complained, he pushed himself forward with his one good arm and began moving.
