Chapter 177 - Claw?

The sun descended behind the jagged mountain peaks, painting the sky in streaks of deep orange and purple that bled into darkness like wounds closing. The goblin town settled into its evening rhythm—torches being lit along the main pathways, cook fires releasing savory smoke that carried the smell of roasted meat and herbs, young goblins being called inside by the older ones whose voices echoed off stone walls. The goblins within the settlement had no idea what Byung was about to do, going about their routines with the blissful ignorance of those uninvolved in matters of leadership and alliance. Only the main forces knew—Murkfang, Naruz, Borkle, and a handful of trusted scouts and enforcers who had been quietly informed and tasked with ensuring absolute privacy around the guest house where the Chieftess waited.