Battle with the fourth - End
The goblin chief, its eyes ablaze with a furious glow, let out a guttural, bone chilling laugh that reverberated through the air.
The torn skull necklace dangled from its hand, the blood from its neck smearing across its grotesque face.
Madness danced in its eyes.
"It's time for me to unleash the true power!" the chief bellowed, a mad fervor consuming it.
"Prepare to be crushed, insects!"
The transformation was horrifying.
Muscles bulged, veins pulsated, and its stature expanded.
It grew larger and more menacing, resembling a demonic entity rather than a mere goblin.
Drool oozed from its mouth, sizzling as it hit the ground, and a manic hunger glinted in its mismatched, glowing eyes, one red, the other blue.
Ezra swallowed hard, his smirk replaced with grim determination.
"This is going to be a wild ride"
He then swiftly pulled something out of his inventory. It was batons.