Goblin Massacre (2)
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Blood.
The red liquid littered the once light brown sand on the beach of the dungeon, it also dyed the bodies of the various individuals that had fought.
Goblins and Humans.
The only difference between the two was that one side had died; not a single survivor was left while the other had lost a handful.
The goblins had been eradicated, their kind was removed from the rank 4 dungeon.
A stack of corpses were piled at a side on the beach, the corpses had green skin and were undoubtedly goblins.
Flames spurted from the pile as a lone figure watched it burn, their shoes crunched softly under the sand.
The air was filled with the acrid scent of burning flesh.
The survivors – kids who had been thrown into a rank 4 dungeon – were disturbed, some eyes looked like they had just seen hell itself while others mourned for lost friends.