Chapitre 1088: Stranded

"G-GURRKK!"

A heavy silence settled over us after the last orc fell, their hulking forms lifeless on the ground. 

I stood amidst the carnage I'd wreaked, the brilliant constructs of my magic dissipating into the air, leaving only the lingering scent of burnt flesh and the bright glow of dying embers. 

The Goblins, small and oddly endearing in their own unique way, watched me with wide, fearful eyes, their spears clutched tightly in their gnarled hands. 

They were survivors, and it seemed I had become their inadvertent saviour. 

A cool wind blew, ruffling my hair and carrying away the smoke. It was then that I realized the truth of the situation. 

I was lost. 

'What in the world is going on here?'

How had I ended up here, in what appeared to be a goblin village?