After the giant goblin appeared, the old altar fell briefly silent. No one was in a hurry to make a move.
The captain stood on the other side, blood still flowing continuously from around his left eye. The power brought by the white mark had not completely faded, but he was no longer looking at Gabriel. Instead, his gaze was fixed firmly on the giant goblin that had just emerged from underground.
"You violated the agreement."
"Agreement?"
The giant goblin looked down at him as though it had heard something ridiculous.
"All I remember is that you promised us that once the war began, whatever lies beneath the Sacred Tree would belong to us."
The captain's expression shifted slightly.
"Who told you that?"
The giant goblin did not answer. The black spear in its hand lightly touched the ground.
Thud.
Dark red patterns lit up. Beside it, the corrupted root, one of the World Tree's seven primary roots, trembled slightly in response.
