The elf that had encountered Byung stood motionless above the sealed ground where he had vanished, her violet eyes narrowed in concentration as she replayed the encounter in her mind with perfect clarity.
She was surprised he had been able to catch her off-guard but more so, how he undid her camouflage. The speed in which he moved was unlike anything the elven scouts had documented in their extensive observations of this region's inhabitants. Goblins were supposed to be quick in short bursts, yes, but limited by their small frames and inferior musculature. Orcs had raw power but lacked refined speed. Humans fell somewhere between, competent but mortal.
But this creature—this transformed goblin—had crossed the distance between them faster than her enhanced elven perception could fully track, his hand closing around her throat before defensive spells could fully activate. That kind of velocity suggested either magical enhancement or biological evolution beyond normal parameters.
