As Lenora sat atop the boulder overlooking the glistening stream, her mind was drawn back to the day when chaos had descended upon their peaceful village.
The memories, vivid and haunting, flooded her thoughts under the scorching sun.
It had begun like any other day, with the forest alive with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of woodland creatures. Chief Throk's decision to send a group of goblins, including Lenora's father, into the heart of Labyrinth B had been met with uncertainty and trepidation. No one had anticipated the horrors that awaited them within the labyrinth's dark depths.
The goblins returned transformed—bigger, stronger, and tainted with the malevolent touch of negative mana.
Their once vibrant green skin had taken on a sickly gray hue, a telltale sign of corruption.