Before them lay a vast underground city, its crumbling towers rising like the skeleton of a long-lost world.
Broken buildings lined the cavern walls, their shattered peaks stretching toward the ceiling as if reaching for something long gone.
At the center stood the Goblin King's city, its jagged spires still proud despite their ruin, a shadow of the kingdom that once was.
Gorren took a sharp breath, his voice low. "I knew it… This was Goblin Territory. The elves came through and destroyed everything, leaving only silence behind."
His eyes moved to the edges of the city, where a great sea of white shifted and swayed—thousands upon thousands of sheep, their cries echoing in the dark. He stared, his chest tightening as the truth sank in.
"And those…" His voice was barely a whisper. "Those are the goblins. The Elf King's transformation magic changed them into animals."
