And he wasn't the only one.
The rest of Caius' followers had begun looking at my goblins differently now.
Before this fight, a part of them had clearly underestimated the clan, casually labeling my goblins as ordinary simply because most of them lacked titles like Chosen or Blessed.
But what they were witnessing now directly contradicted that assumption.
Their gazes slowly shifted toward me and the others standing around me, uncertainty and disbelief mixing together as they silently wondered what exactly I had done to turn goblins this strong.
Because the reality of the situation was absurd.
There was a level difference between Kharos and Dribb.
And yet...Kharos was the one getting overwhelmed.
It was genuinely eye-opening for them.
Now they finally understood, at least to some extent, what Caius himself had experienced during his defeat.
And because of that, I could visibly sense the way their perception of my clan, and I, had begun shifting again.
