MOVE YOU DEGENERATE BASTARD!

The morning remained shrouded in darkness, the sun yet to rise.

Ravan, Lee, and Lailah approached the restricted area, the chilly air biting at their skin.

The guards stationed at the portal were visibly distressed, their voices raised in panic.

"We need more Room Walkers! We're not trained to handle this!" one guard yelled, his voice cracking with fear.

Another guard, equally terrified, replied, "The Room is about to break! If we don't do something, those monsters will flood the streets!"

Ravan watched from a distance, his breath clouding in the cold air.

Lee and Lailah whispered to each other, their expressions grim.

"This is bad," Lee said quietly. "If the Room breaks, those guards won't stand a chance."

Lailah nodded. "We should have brought more experienced fighters. These guys are completely out of their depth."

'I appreciate their concerns but since when did they get so close...'Ravan thought.

Before Ravan could voice his concerns, a loud, ominous cracking sound filled the air.

The portal shimmered violently, and then it shattered, releasing a swarm of goblins. The creatures poured out, their eyes glowing with malice, their sharp teeth bared.

The guards were the first to fall.

The goblins descended on them with feral fury, tearing through their armor and flesh with ease.

Screams filled the air as the guards were overwhelmed, their bodies ripped apart and devoured.

Ravan stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest.

Fear gripped him, his legs refusing to move. He watched in horror as the goblins tore through the guards, blood splattering across the ground.

"Ravan, move!" Lailah's voice cut through his paralysis. She had drawn a large axe, its blade glinting in the dim light. "Get back, both of you!"

Lailah charged at the goblins with a ferocity Ravan had never seen before.

Her axe swung through the air, cleaving goblins in half with each strike.

The goblins screeched in pain and anger, but Lailah was relentless. She moved with a deadly grace, her every movement calculated and precise.

She swung her axe in wide arcs, cutting through the goblins' ranks.

Green blood splattered the ground as she hacked and slashed, her face set in a mask of grim determination.

"Stay back!" she yelled over her shoulder. "I'll handle this!"

Ravan could only watch, his mind racing. He had known something like this could happen, but now that it was real, he felt utterly unprepared.

His body refused to move, his muscles locked in fear.

Then he heard Lee scream.

Ravan slowly turned his head as his eyes widened at the sight before him.

A goblin had broken away from the main group and had latched onto Lee's leg, its teeth sinking into his flesh.

Lee's scream was one of pure agony, the sound tearing through Ravan's paralysis.

"Help me!" Lee cried, his voice desperate. The goblin gnawed at his leg, blood pouring from the wound.

Ravan's mind raced. He had to do something, anything, to save Lee.

But he had no weapon, no way to fight. Panic surged through him, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear and indecision.

'Move, damn it!' Ravan thought, trying to force his body into action.

'You can't just stand here!'

"Move you degenerate bastard!"

Lailah was too occupied with the swarm to help.

She was surrounded, her axe flashing as she fought off wave after wave of goblins.

Ravan had to find a way to save Lee himself.

'Think, Ravan. Think!' He glanced around, his eyes landing on a piece of broken metal near the portal—a shard from one of the guards' weapons. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

With a surge of determination, Ravan forced his legs to move. He ran towards the shard, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed it, feeling the cold metal bite into his palm.

Lee's screams grew more desperate. The goblin was gnawing deeper into his leg, its eyes filled with savage glee. Ravan ran towards them, the shard held tightly in his hand.

"Get off him!" Ravan shouted, his voice shaking with fear and anger. He swung the shard at the goblin, aiming for its head. The metal connected with a sickening crunch, and the goblin shrieked, its grip loosening.

Ravan struck again and again, his movements fueled by a mixture of fear and desperation.

Green blood splattering his face with each strike that got heavier and more powerful than the last.

His eyes were wide open almost as if he hadn't blinked even once.

His focus - Kill the fucking goblin.

The goblin finally let go of Lee, its body collapsing to the ground. Ravan stood over it, breathing heavily, his hands trembling.

Lee groaned in pain, clutching his leg. "Ravan... th-thank you," he gasped, his face pale.

Ravan nodded, his mind still reeling from the adrenaline rush.

"We need to get out of here," he said, his voice firm.

"Lailah, we need to retreat!"

Lailah, still fighting off the remaining goblins, glanced back at them.

"Go! I'll cover you!" she shouted, her axe cleaving through another goblin.

Ravan helped Lee to his feet, supporting his weight. Together, they began to retreat, Lailah's fierce battle cries echoing behind them.

The morning was still dark, the cold air biting at their skin, but Ravan felt a new determination burning within him. He had faced his fear, and now he would survive, no matter what it took.

Ravan and Lee, struggling through the dimly lit alley, halted abruptly as a figure emerged from the shadows.

The man's hood obscured his eyes, and as he stepped closer, fear gnawed at them.

His face was wrapped in bandages, with a peculiar symbol at the center that neither of them could identify.

He squatted down, pointing a gloved finger at them, his black coat cascading to the floor.

"You guys are from the Blacksmith Department, right?" the man asked, his voice calm and measured.

Ravan and Lee didn't respond, their minds racing with uncertainty and fear.

The goblins' guttural growls echoed behind them, drawing nearer with each passing second.

Ravan glanced back, counting a dozen of the creatures, their malevolent eyes glowing in the faint light.

The man maintained his posture, his gloved hand resting on his cheek, as if he were bored.

"I have a proposal. If I kill those bastards, we initiate a deal. Is that okay?"

Lee, leaning heavily on Ravan, dropped to the ground, his leg burning with pain.

He slumped against the wall, unable to focus on anything but his injury.

Ravan's mind was a whirlwind of questions. Should they trust this strange man who brought another sense of fear despite the goblins presence?

Was he bluffing, or would he turn on them once the goblins were dead?

The goblins' footsteps grew louder, their feral eyes locking onto the trio.

'Think, Ravan...THINK!'

Ravan felt a surge of desperation. The strange man hadn't moved, still squatting and seemingly bored.

The goblins were nearly upon them, their teeth bared, ready to tear them apart.

"SHIIIIT... JUST FUCKING KILL THEM!" Ravan yelled, the words tearing from his throat in a mix of fear and frustration.

The man's lips curled into a faint smile. He rose smoothly, his movements eerily calm.