The fight ended with inevitability.
Without their leader and without the shaman's help, there was nothing they could do against creatures whose traits made them nearly invulnerable to physical attacks. Blades, if they penetrated the goblin golem's armor, would only sink into the slime's 'flesh' underneath, just for it to reform later.
Each of their attacks carried traces of Noah's miasmic energy. Even shallow cuts refused to close properly on living flesh, the corruption lingering and spreading. Goblins who survived the initial blow quickly found their limbs numbing, their strength bleeding away faster than panic could carry them.
Nightmare was worse.
Its body had grown denser, larger, its silhouette warping unnaturally as it moved. When it had fought alongside Ailetta, fear had been scarce, its enemies too distracted, too focused on survival. But now, under Noah's gaze, terror had nowhere to go.
Every goblin that looked at Nightmare broke.
