"I demand the hearts of one thousand goblins as sacrifice," Drugar said finally, his voice echoing through the chamber like a slow drumbeat. "Do this, and I will consider granting your request."
I froze.
Did he just say one thousand?
For a moment, I thought I'd misheard. But no—the words replayed in my head clearly, each syllable heavy with intent. One thousand hearts.
That was insane. Not just ridiculous, unthinkable.
Yep. That was definitely a ridiculous demand, one I wasn't even going to pretend to consider.
Even if I killed every single goblin under my command right now, it still wouldn't meet a one tenth of the quota.
One thousand hearts? That wasn't just high, it was practically a declaration of war on my own kind.
I'd have to start raiding other clans, cutting down goblins just to rip out their hearts and pile them up like offerings at some cursed altar.
And for what, exactly?
