"Bitch, you're dead already!"
The goblin snarled, lunging at Rae with the fury of a beast unchained.
Darkness pulsed on his hand—jagged and violet, like condensed hate.
It sliced through the air, inches from Rae's face.
And then—
"You only got one ball... Shut it before I smash your other one too..."
Rae blurted, eyes wide in panic.
?!
The words escaped before he even knew what was happening.
And the goblin froze mid-attack, his clawed hand trembling, the darkness flickering like a candle in a storm.
Rae stared into his eyes—and saw shock. Recognition. Fear.
'No way that actually worked…'
Rae didn't dare breathe. His heart was doing triple-time sprints in his chest.
One wrong move, and he was going to literally piss himself.
Because the truth was—if this goblin even looked at him wrong again, Rae was done.
Zero chance. Instant game over.
But instead, the goblin's lips quivered. His knees shook.
Then he dropped.
Dropped.
Straight to the ground.
