The Hero gently extended her foot, her thick waterproof boots striking the body of a Goblin, surprisingly emitting a dull thud akin to the collision of solid objects.
Despite having struggled vigorously just moments ago, the now deceased Goblins had turned as dark as char, their bodies no longer resembling flesh and blood, but rather as hard as dried and withered wood that has dehydrated.
With a little more force in her kick, the Goblin's body cracked open, yet no blood flowed out.
Between those crevices lay an abyss-like depth and darkness, no inner details visible, and they exuded an odor that made one want to vomit.
The Hero was no stranger to killing Goblins, but this stench was distinctly different than any she had encountered before.
It wasn't just the smell of a dead body, but something that could stimulate the instinct of life itself, issuing a sharp warning.
