ANYONE ORDER A PACK OF HOB GOBLINS?

As the battle raged on at the western Hob Goblin camp, Lenora, skilled with bow and dagger, moved fluidly between long-range attacks and close-quarters combat.

Her movements were precise and calculated, her bowstring singing as she picked off Hob Goblins from a distance before seamlessly transitioning to her dagger for up-close engagements.

"I made a promise to slit the throats of every last one of you until I find my dad!" her voice roared.

The camp was ablaze with chaos and noise. Knights and goblin soldiers fought side by side, their weapons clashing with those of the Hob Goblins.

Siena and Tanii continued to weave spells, their magic bolstering their allies and hindering their enemies.

The air crackled with arcane energy, punctuated by the thunderous sounds of battle.

"Siena, there are some men who need healing over there, please tend to them, I'll be fine here,"Tanii suggested.