Beneath the abandoned sanctuary, a massive orb of filthy darkness hung suspended in midair, densy packed insect eyes staring down with a sneering laugh at the unmoving girl on the ground below.
Countless scorpion-tail-like whips extended from the darkness above, dancing like hair, the tips imbued with dense curses aimed at the fallen hero, flickering with a ghostly glow, eager to strike.
Even after suffering infuriating betrayal, it did not intend to break the promise it had made.
Once the time came, these countless stingers would simultaneously pierce the tender body of the girl, transforming her into a cursed artifact for the goblins' use.
Since the girl held such a lofty status, however, humans would surely attempt to rescue her. A slight alteration might be made to let her see goblins as humans and humans as goblins... Surely, many interesting scenarios would unfold.
Numerous novel ideas surfaced in its mind, and the insect eyes lit up with an impatient glow.
