Chapter 150 - The Duel Still Stands?

The return of the nameless Stonehide Chieftess and her four honor guards to the mine was a sight that sent ripples of terror and awe through the goblin ranks. The sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the entrance as they emerged from the foothills like figures from a nightmare. The Chieftess led, her white hair flowing like a banner of snow in the wind, her massive frame clad in black iron armor etched with runes that seemed to pulse with their own faint light. Her broadsword, still flecked with dried blood from earlier kills, hung at her side, the blade's edge nicked but unbowed. Behind her, the four orcs moved in perfect silence, their gray cloaks blending with the twilight, faces hidden beneath bone helms that made them look like death's own messengers. Each carried an axe or spear, weapons that gleamed with fresh oil, ready for more.