The goblins firmly grabbed Noa's only free hand and dragged him toward a narrow crevice at the base of the hill.
Sara lagged behind, her face etched with deep concern.
Deep in the forest stood a barely noticeable hill, roughly fifteen meters high. Noa stopped in front of it.
The entrance was extremely small — barely enough for a single goblin to squeeze through.
Noa turned to the goblin beside him and said in a cold, commanding tone:
"You go first."
The goblin hesitated for a moment. It was clear he didn't like the idea, but he offered no resistance. With a dejected expression, he crawled into the crevice.
Realizing he had no other choice, Noa dropped to all fours and followed.
Inside was a narrow tunnel that resembled a passageway leading into a house.
The ceiling was so low that standing upright was impossible; one could only move by crawling.
Noa took a heavy breath, his mood worsening even further.
