The smoke from the bonfire curled upward, twisting into the jagged cracks of the cavern ceiling as the embers hissed softly. The stench of charred wood and iron mingled with the overwhelming reek of blood. I stepped over the corpse of a goblin, my claws scraping the mossy ground as I tried to catch my breath.
The orb in my chest pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that mirrored my own heartbeat. My limbs felt heavier now, the adrenaline of battle slowly fading, leaving a dull ache in its wake.
The tamed goblin trailed a few steps behind me, its yellow eyes darting nervously around the room. Despite its bowed head and submissive posture, I could sense its confusion—its fear. The bond was new, raw, and it felt as though a thread tied its will to mine, taut and unyielding.
The horned rabbit moved ahead, her sharp blue eyes scanning the shadows of the cavern. Her fur was matted with streaks of blood, but her movements were as fluid and deliberate as ever.
Bob the Rat Slayer