Ash continued to venture deeper and deeper into the forest, and as he moved, he came across more monsters.
For the first time, he saw the fantasy creatures he had only ever read about in novels. Goblins, hobgoblins, and even ogres appeared before him. Fighting them was not overly difficult, though the goblins proved to be tricky, relying on their numbers and cleverness rather than strength alone.
Deep within the forest, there was even a small goblin and hobgoblin village, hidden among the mountains, and Ash obliterated it with a simple explosion.
The sound of the explosion echoed through the forest, drawing more beasts toward him.
He had to face them one after another, yet instead of feeling overwhelmed, Ash felt exhilarated.
Something about fighting and killing stirred a deep, hidden satisfaction within him.
It was not that he was a psychopath who enjoyed killing. No, it was something else entirely.
