The light from the torches should have weakened the goblins, and it did. However, it only worked on the ones in front. For the goblins away from massacre, the light was akin to food.
Humans use light. Humans were food.
It fueled dozens of goblins to forget about the risk and only think of the reward. One such goblin was rushing towards the opposite corridor when it felt something flash before it.
It crossed its arms in front of its head, attempting to block the attack, and waited. It stood there until its body suddenly broke into pieces, scattering across the moldy floor.
"Another one down," Karina murmured, wiping the sweat off her forehead. "But how are so many of them here?"
Unlike humans, goblins cannot survive for weeks without food. At most, they would live for a month without food before perishing.
According to James, the goblins had been trapped there months ago. Even if they horded corpses and cannibalized, there shouldn't have been this many of them.
