Groll's spell abruptly stopped.
Not by choice.
But because something violently interrupted it.
A wet sound cut through the violet fog.
SCHLK.
And then…
Gurgling.
Max's eyes widened.
'Finn.'
That had definitely been the rogue goblin doing his job properly.
For barely a second, Max felt relief. The sorcerer had stopped casting the deep sleep spell.
But that relief lasted exactly half a second.
CRACK.
The sound of a whip striking flesh echoed through the hallway.
"AGH!"
Chloe was sent flying backwards, crashing onto the floor.
Vasha held a long black whip covered in glowing red runes. Her elegant expression had completely vanished. Only anger remained now.
"You troublesome little piece of trash, you should've stayed in your chains," the orc hissed.
She raised the whip again.
Max reacted instantly.
"HEY!"
He raised his hammer, ready to throw it straight at the orc woman's face.
But something dropped in front of him.
THUD.
A massive hairy shape blocked his path.
