The Last Blood Mage

Goblin Leader

Before Xander could react to the chilling voice, a sudden movement whisked Toya away, disappearing him into the center tent. It happened so swiftly that Xander barely registered the event, only catching a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy figure dragging Toya by his hair into the massive tent at the heart of the goblin camp.

"There goes our power," Bloodhound's voice rang out in frustration within Xander's mind. The intensity of Bloodhound's anger was palpable as Xander steeled himself and moved closer to the enigmatic tent.

The tent itself was an oddity. Constructed from a blend of stones, metals, and various fabrics, it stood as a bizarre anomaly amidst the goblin camp. Its size was notable, large enough to comfortably accommodate twenty grown men, an unsettling sight in the center of the camp.

"We can do this," Xander whispered to himself, determination seeping into his every step. The tent exuded an aura of malevolence, a sinister presence that seemed to permeate the air.

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