Morning broke over the settlement, light creeping through the shuttered window. Everything was settling into the rhythm of a new day—voices outside, footsteps on packed earth, the distant clang of the forge starting up. But somewhere in the shadows, something lurked. Something that had arrived during the night and now watched.
Byung opened his eyes slowly. His body felt lighter. Empty in a way that had purpose behind it. He'd emptied his balls into Naruz with clear intention—not just release, but creation. The goal was pregnancy. An heir.
He needed to create an army in time. If he personally had to impregnate them himself, he would do it. The goblins needed that release anyway. All they had were memories of their first time, and with the way things had changed, there was a real chance some of them had never experienced it at all. The promotion ceremony that used to provide that opportunity was irrelevant now.
