Chương 314: Aerial Assault Goblins

The little goblins shifted nervously, their tiny, malnourished frames trembling under Volk's towering presence. Yet, their eyes—dim and haunted—held a faint spark of something Volk hadn't seen in them before: purpose. One of the goblins, the same small one who had spoken earlier, took a timid step forward and cleared its throat, glancing hesitantly up at him.

"W-We… we need things," it stammered, its voice cracking. "Tools. Wood. Metal. Rope. Anything we can find."

Volk's crimson eyes narrowed as he looked down at the creature. "Things? For what?" he asked, crossing his arms, his voice low and almost predatory. The goblins flinched at his tone, but the little one mustered its courage.

"To… build," it whispered. Its fingers fidgeted nervously, wringing the tattered edge of its sleeve. "If we're to make what my father did, we'll need things to work with. We'll need tools and… and…"

"And what?" Volk pressed, his patience beginning to wear thin.