Sev cursed, and told herself to focus on the predicament before her. There was no point dwelling on the past. She examined her assailant. It was an ugly brute; sallow green skin, half clothed in grimy rags, and a grotesque leer pasted on its face. A typical hobgoblin, as any adventurer would say.
Sev swallowed, the harsh rays of the mid-day sun causing perspiration to trickle onto her eyes. As the monster sized her up with its malicious stare, she realised only now how truly prone she was. Sev retreated shakily as the goblin advanced menacingly, cackling maniacally in anticipation.
Then she stumbled, and it pounced. The hobgoblin closed the distance with a frightening leap. In the brief few moments before her death, a rush of emotions coursed through Sev’s mind. Her heart beat as fast as a bullet train as the monster towered over her before she was pinned to the ground under its weight.
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She shrieked and struggled in excruciating pain as she felt an intense, fiery sensation from multiple lacerations on her torso. More similar agonies were quick to follow as the goblin stabbed her repeatedly in its savage bloodlust. Even in her bewilderness and shock, she could feel her own warm blood splatter all over herself, a metallic smell in the air. Then all was dark.
‘You have died.’ A distant voice echoed within his recovering mind. Chalice almost missed it. The trauma he just experienced was still fresh in his head. The voice continued, ‘You may re-enter after a cool-down period of eight hours,’ it intoned.
His consciousness was released and he found himself staring at an interface showing a now translucent image of the world’s cover image. Chalice groaned and removed the headset, placing it neatly on his bed-side table. He stood up and took off his sweat-soaked shirt before he stretched his cramped muscles to restore blood flow. Chalice stopped halfway through his casual workout, flopped spread-eagled onto the bed and scowled.
“What… the shit.” He muttered under his breath, flustered.
“That damned Envoy. How the hell is that even allowed?” Chalice scowled and closed his eyes, drifting into a troubled sleep.