บท 123: Goblins in Winter (End) The Help

"Draven..." Sophie uttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the swirling snowstorm. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and something she couldn't quite identify. There he was—Draven Arcanum von Drakhan, her fiancé, the man cloaked in so many dark rumors that his name alone could send a shiver down the spine of even the most seasoned warriors. His presence was commanding, the very air around him seemed to crackle with an almost tangible energy. His cold, sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, assessing the goblin horde with eyes as sharp as a blade.