___ Ashmork Clan POV ___
Beyond the walls of the Ashmork village, a large crowd of goblins had gathered around the grisly sight left waiting for them outside their home. Low murmurs spread through the crowd as people whispered to one another, their voices filled with unease and disbelief. Some wore disturbed expressions while others simply stared blankly at the bodies, unable to fully process what they were seeing.
Vrag slowly walked out through the village gates with the help of a goblin shaman dressed in a dusty red cloak. Her hood was draped over her face, hiding most of her expression as she supported the elderly goblin's arm and carefully guided him over the uneven ground.
