Adam stood at the edge of the forest, gazing at the goblin village that lay before him. He knew that this was the moment he had been preparing for, the final confrontation with the creatures who had caused him so much pain. But before he could exact his revenge, he needed to navigate the treacherous path that lay before him.
The goblins, though crude and simple-minded, had laid out a series of traps around their village. These traps were designed to ensnare or kill any unwary intruders, and Adam knew he had to be extremely cautious if he wanted to make it through unscathed.
With a deep breath, he activated his [Map] and studied the location of each trap he noted down. He had painstakingly marked each one during his previous vigil over the goblin village, ensuring that he wouldn't be caught off guard when he started his attack. Now, with his target in sight, he steeled himself for the task ahead.
Taking a step forward, Adam carefully scanned the ground in front of him, his eyes searching for any sign of a hidden trap that his notes didn’t prepare him for. He wasn’t sure if some of the traps have been changed out but he highly doubted this was the case with the goblins being complacent with the defense of their village.
His mind raced as he recalled the different types of traps he had seen before – pitfalls, snares, and even crude tripwires rigged to release a hail of arrows. He knew that a single misstep could spell disaster and end his attack on the goblins, so he moved with the utmost caution.
As he picked his way through the treacherous terrain, Adam couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought him to this point. The pain of losing Lancer, the determination to avenge his friend's death, and the countless hours spent honing his skills – all of it had led him here, to the very doorstep of his enemies.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Adam felt a surge of confidence as he made his way closer to the entrance of the goblin village. Each successful step was a testament to his preparation and focus, and he knew that he was more than ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.
He took his time to make sure he didn’t trigger a trap, normally even if someone knew the placement of the traps the sentries on the watch towers would quickly spot them and would alert the village of intruders before firing at them. Adam didn’t need to worry about the sentries due to his preparations, he passed a pitfall trap below one of the watchtowers that had sharpened stakes, some of the stakes were red with blood as they pierced a goblin sentries corpse.
After what felt like an eternity, Adam finally reached the entrance to the goblin village. He paused for a moment, taking one last look at his [Map] to ensure that he hadn't missed any traps. Satisfied, he deactivated the map and steeled himself for the confrontation ahead.
"This is it. No turning back now," he muttered to himself.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the village, his eyes scanning the area as fires raged around him. Goblins were running in all directions, some trying to put out the fires, others simply trying to escape the danger. The smell of burning wood and fear filled the air.
From a watchtower above the entrance of the village, a goblin screamed and plummeted to its death, landing just in front of Adam with a sickening crunch. He coldly regarded the lifeless body before wiping the goblin's blood from his face, his expression steely and focused.
Looking up, he spotted a shadowy figure moving towards another watchtower from where the falling goblin had been moments before. "Guess they all pulled through," he muttered to himself, stepping over the corpse and continuing forward.
As Adam made his way through the village, he caught sight of a group of panicked goblin fighters, shouting and arguing among themselves as they struggled to figure out where they were most needed to put out the fires. Their movements were slow and labored, a clear sign that they hadn't had enough food in a while.
"What we s'posed to do?" one goblin cried out in frustration, its voice shrill and desperate. "Da fires be everywhere!"
"We need to protect da village!" another goblin barked, its face gaunt and hollow, a clear indication of malnourishment. "Get water, anythin'! Just hurry!"
As Adam watched the chaos unfolding before him, he spotted a lone goblin trying to escape the village through the entrance. The goblin's eyes widened with fear as it came face to face with the menacing figure of Adam.
Before the goblin could even register who stood before it, Adam swiftly ran his spear through the creature's chest. The goblin gasped, clutching the weapon embedded in its torso, its eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Adam stared coldly at the dying goblin, his expression emotionless. With a swift kick, he pushed the goblin off his spear and walked past the creature as it struggled to survive, desperately trying to stop the flow of blood from its grievous wound.
As the goblin lay on the ground, fighting for its life, Adam's attention remained fixed on seeking out any other goblins that dared to approach him. The village's panicked cries and the crackling of the raging fires served as a grim soundtrack to the unfolding devastation.
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Another goblin charged straight at Adam, who swiftly swung his spear, sweeping the goblin off its feet. With merciless efficiency, he executed the fallen goblin without a second glance.
As the goblin's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, a system message appeared before him:
*Congratulations! You have earned enough XP to awaken. Would you like to awaken now? Yes/No*
Adam clicked ‘No’ ensuring he wouldn't accidentally awaken before he was ready.
As Adam continued his relentless advance, the gaunt, malnourished goblins could only watch in horror as their comrades fell one by one. Their sunken eyes and emaciated frames spoke of prolonged hardship and a scarcity of food. Huddled together, they whispered among themselves, their voices shaking with fear.
"Is he... da Ghost of Three Days?" a young goblin muttered, its eyes wide with terror, its cheeks hollow from lack of nourishment.
"It must be," another replied, trembling, its thin arms wrapped around its shivering body. "I've heard stories, but I never thought I'd see him with me own eyes."
An older goblin, its face lined with age and worry, ribs visible through its tattered clothing, spoke up. "We must warn da others. This human won't stop 'til we all be dead."
Word spread quickly through the village of the merciless figure that had descended upon them, and whispers of the "Ghost of Three Days" filled the air. Panic set in, and some goblins began to flee, their weak legs carrying them as fast as they could manage, while others huddled together for protection.
Adam had become a living nightmare to these starving creatures, and they began to realize that their own deaths were imminent. The air was thick with fear and desperation as they watched their village, their home, being torn apart by the unstoppable force that was Adam while fires consumed their homes trapping them in the village.
He came across a goblin who when he saw Adam features seemed to recognise him with his hair and eyes being a giveaway. “Ghost! Ghost of Three days!” the goblin, despite trembling with fear, approached him cautiously. With tears streaming down its face and its voice cracking, the goblin dropped to its knees and begged for mercy.
"Please, great Ghost of Three Days, spare me! I beg you!" the goblin cried, its voice hoarse with fear. "I’ll do anythin'! You can even take me voice. Please, have mercy on me!"
Adam regarded the goblin coldly, his eyes devoid of sympathy or compassion. He knew that showing any mercy would only weaken his resolve, and he couldn't afford to waver in his quest for vengeance. He had come to the village to make the goblins pay for what they had done to Lancer, and he wouldn't rest until he had achieved that goal.
As the goblin continued to plead for its life, Adam brought his weapon down swiftly, silencing the creature's cries with a sickening crunch. The brutality of his actions served as a stark reminder that there would be no reprieve for the goblins this day.
With each goblin he killed, Adam's satisfaction grew. The taste of vengeance was intoxicating, fueling his determination to see this bloody task through to its bitter end. He could feel the weight of Lancer's memory on his shoulders, urging him forward, and he knew that he would not rest until every last goblin responsible for his friend's death had been wiped from existence.
In his mind, he knew that once he had taken care of Skab and Steelhoof, his obligations would be fulfilled, and he could finally achieve the catharsis he longed for.
The terrified shouts of the goblins filled the air. "Ghost of Three Days is huntin' us!" As more and more goblins began to flee in the direction opposite to Adam, they all converged in the center of the village.
Adam advanced, his spear twirling with lethal elegance as he dispatched any goblin in his path. His skills, honed to deadly perfection, ensured the goblins fell before him effortlessly.
Smoke thickened the air, and the cacophony of panic and chaos reverberated around him. Goblins scrambled to evade the Ghost of Three Days, their voices trembling with fear.
"Me not want to die!" a goblin shrieked, its voice strained with terror.
"Ghost! Ghost! He's gonna kill us all!" another lamented, cradling its head in despair.
Adam's gaze sharpened as he assessed the scene before him. He knew his ultimate objective was within reach, and he wouldn't allow anything to obstruct his path.
Entering the heart of the village, a fierce determination seized him. Having come this far, he would not cease until his revenge was exacted.
Spear in hand, Adam pressed on, striking down any goblin that dared cross his path. The goblins' cries intensified, their panic escalating to a fever pitch.
The goblin village had transformed into a nightmarish battlefield, with Adam as a formidable force. His vengeance would be realized, and the goblins would suffer the full wrath of the Ghost of Three Days.
With grim resolve and unwavering concentration, Adam navigated through the village, traversing the chaos that engulfed it. Flames climbed higher, casting flickering shadows on the ground, while the goblins' pleas for mercy were disregarded.
Adam sensed their fear, which only fueled his determination. He fought like a man possessed, slaughtering goblins without hesitation. Their crude weapons were no match for his prowess, and their futile attempts at defense merely expedited their doom.
A goblin begged, cowering before him, "Ghost, please! Me no part of this! Spare m—" But Adam's countenance remained icy and unmerciful as he silenced the creature eternally.
With every life taken, he instilled greater terror in the hearts of the surviving goblins. They had never encountered an adversary so relentless and ruthless, and their once-prosperous village was rapidly devolving into a smoldering wreck.
As Adam neared the village center, he sensed his ultimate targets were near. The sweet satisfaction of revenge seemed almost palpable.
The goblins' frantic screams grew more desperate as they fruitlessly attempted to escape the wrath of the Ghost of Three Days. Yet Adam showed no mercy, cutting them down one by one, his eyes unwavering from his objective.
"I'm coming for you, Skab! I want your head!" Adam bellowed, his voice resounding through the burning village.
He carved a path of carnage to the village center, leaving a trail of lifeless bodies. Stepping over the fresh corpse of a fleeing goblin, Adam at last entered the village's heart.