Next Goblin Phase (4) Goblin Apostle?
Mikhailis walked through the dark, narrow corridors of the fortress, led by two Goblin Champions, their heavy footfalls echoing against the stone walls. Their expressions were hard to read, a mix of wariness and respect. The champions kept a close eye on him, and Mikhailis knew that any wrong move might lead to a sudden attack. He couldn't afford that now, especially not with his recent evolution. He was still figuring out what this new form could do, and throwing himself into another fight was not part of the plan—at least, not yet.
The deeper they went, the more the atmosphere changed. The air grew colder, filled with an eerie kind of silence. The decorations—if they could even be called that—became more ominous. Skulls lined the walls, some of them goblin, others of different creatures. Mikhailis eyed them carefully, noticing that many of the skulls still had deep gouges and cracks, signs of brutal ends.