Chapter 37: Shadowy Figure
- Somewhere, sometime ago -
The forest was veiled in the dim light of dusk, the fading sun casting long, eerie shadows through the dense canopy. Suddenly, a rustle disturbed the stillness, followed by a whisper of movement so swift and silent it seemed like a trick of the light.
A cloaked, shadowy figure dashed through the forest foliage with extraordinary speed. Despite being entirely covered by a dark attire, it couldn't hide her distinctly feminine physique as her voluptuous curves inadvertently revealed her gender. The woman moved with a grace that was almost ethereal. Each step was soundless, each leap effortless. The dark fabric of her attire clung to her curves, accentuating a lithe and athletic build. Her silhouette was a blend of both strength and elegance, the lines of her body shifting fluidly as she navigated the forest with ease.
The hood she wore obscured her features, but it couldn't hide the intensity in her eyes, which glowed faintly through the darkness. Nor could it hide her fluffy ears sticking through the cloth on top of her head, or the tail that swayed from beneath her cloak. She moved with purpose, darting between trees, her feet barely touching the ground as if she were more spirit than flesh.
She occasionally paused her movement for brief moments and lifted her nose up and sniffed the air, clearly in search of something specific.
The forest seemed to part for her, branches and leaves bending away as if in reverence. Her presence was a shadow among shadows, an enigma that eluded the grasp of both light and dark. The occasional shaft of moonlight that pierced the canopy revealed glimpses of her, but only for an instant before she disappeared back into the gloom, leaving nothing but a rustle and the faintest hint of her passage.
In a single bound, she vaulted over a fallen log, her form a blur of motion. She landed without a sound, her momentum unbroken. Her senses were heightened, attuned to every sound and movement around her.
As she dashed forward with even greater speed, her hood fell off her head for a moment, revealing a golden retriever-like dog-kin girl. Her long, flowing ponytail of golden blonde hair streamed behind her like a radiant banner.
Her beautiful blue eyes, previously bright and sharp, suddenly glinted with dejection, desperation, and hopelessness. Her fluffy, golden ears, drooping slightly in sorrow, twitched ever so faintly, and her equally fluffy tail, which usually swayed gracefully behind her, hung limp and lifeless. Her features, a perfect blend of canine loyalty and human beauty, were marred by a profound sadness that cast a shadow over her once radiant appearance. (picture)
She grumbled under her breath, "where are you, stupid goblins… Blossom doesn't want to get whipped again…"
She then whimpered, "even if Blossom finishes this quickly, Blossom will just get whipped anyways…"
A tear formed in her eyes, finally completely breaking the nerve-wrecking effect of her previously imposing aura. "Blossom misses you, Kiara… Sister… Mother…"
- Back to the present -
We've spent the last few minutes traveling through the forest towards the suspected location of the goblin encampment. In that time frame I checked through the Assassin class unlockables and found what I've been looking for desperately, something that was missing from the unlockable warrior spells; an evasive movement ability. Yes, I could unlock some charge-like spells before like [Bull Rush], but I needed something to evade enemy strikes, not rush at them.
I spent 2 Unused Skill Points to unlock;
[Lesser Evasion]
[Evade hostile attacks with graceful movements. Jump, roll, flip or simply step out of harm's way tactfully and swiftly. Slightly increases the spell caster's maneuvering ability at the cost of 40 mana and lasts for 10 minutes.]
I like that unlike with [Power Strike] I can just activate the spell and forget about it for the next ten minutes because once I activate [Lesser Evasion] it will passively increase my dodging ability. But, on the other hand, it costs eight times more mana. With my current 12 Wisdom attribute, which equates to having 120 Mana, I can only keep it active for half an hour, and that is only if I don't use [Power Strike], a spell I've grown very fond of already.
After walking for another ten minutes we hear the first signs of having arrived at the close vicinity of the encampment as we are greeted by loud screeches which they basically use as their preferred communication method.
We move cautiously through the dense foliage, every step deliberate and quiet as we near the goblin camp. The eerie silence is occasionally broken by the rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of goblin chatter. I know we have to be quiet and precise to avoid detection.
I signal for Ayame to stay low as we approach the edge of the camp. From our vantage point, we can see a dozen goblins milling about, most of them armed with crude weapons and makeshift armor. Some display the degenerate behavior I've come to expect from this species, especially the one eating grass like a cow while mooing loudly or the one that starts salivating at the sight and then shanks the cow-goblin in the back with his bone knife, who then stops mooing and begins screeching instead, but most of them are actually standing guard rather professionally. The presence of the hobgoblins might be the reason behind their more normal behavior.
Gripping my iron spear tightly, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I take a deep breath and focus, activating [Lesser Evasion] to increase my agility and make my movements more fluid.
Silently, I slip through the shadows, moving from cover to cover. I spot a lone goblin standing guard near the perimeter. With a swift, calculated movement, I lunge forward, thrusting my spear into the goblin's side. The creature lets out a gurgled cry before collapsing to the ground. I quickly drag the body into the bushes to avoid detection.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone