Kraghul's boots echoed as he strode forward, axe still dripping from the last goblin he had slain. His eyes scanned the shadows, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood, noticeably that of Naz. He had tracked Maui's heavy footprints for quite sometime through the distorted path, his wounds from the fights with Vrognut and Byung already scabbing over—venom purged, his broken nose causing him some discomfort. But Naz's trail had vanished midway, as if the mountain itself had swallowed her. No matter. The prize ahead was worth the hunt.
