"Aghhh!"
A sharp scream tore from Lia's mouth as another goblin slashed at her back, the jagged claw ripping across her skin that sent a shock of pain tearing through her entire body.
It hurt.
It didn't just sting.
It burned.
The wounds hurt.
The slash in her forearm—the one that had been carved open earlier—throbbed violently, along with another cut on her other arm.
While the fresh wound on her back pulsed with a deeper, far more suffocating agony that made it hard for her to even stand straight.
Both burned with an intensity that made her cry out in panic, her voice breaking as the pain surged through her like something alive.
Her eyes trembled, her pupils dilating as she staggered back from another incoming slash, barely avoiding as it cut past her face.
Her almost moist eyes flickered toward the kitchen knife still stuck in the goblin's shoulder—the same one she had driven into a few moments earlier.
