The prison chamber was dim, the flickering torchlight casting elongated shadows on the stone walls. Mikhailis watched as the two Goblin Champions faced off, their massive frames filling the tight space. The hypnotized champion, eyes dull and vacant under Hypnoveil's influence, stood opposite its challenger—a furious, snarling goblin with muscles rippling under its scarred skin. The atmosphere was thick with tension, anticipation hanging in the air like a storm cloud about to burst.
Okay, okay, just stay calm, Mikhailis. They might tear each other apart, but you can make this work, he thought, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.