The hidden path beneath the dark forest descended downward among the roots. The smell of damp earth was strong, the air thick and stifling. Zaber followed the tracks and finally found the entrance to the goblin lair — a narrow crevice concealed among the tree roots.
The moment he stepped inside, his breathing changed. This was no ordinary den. Inside lay an extensive cave system: low ceilings, tunnels branching in every direction. And most importantly — movement.
Goblins.
At least thirty of them.
They were not disorganized. They were divided into groups: some on watch, others armed and positioned in the inner circle. At their center stood a larger goblin adorned with crude iron armor-like plates — most likely the leader.
Zaber silently drew his sword.
He did not strike first. He studied the layout.
The left tunnel was narrow — only two goblins could fit through at a time. The right side was wider — but exposed. In the center stood a natural stone pillar.
