goblin horde · black magic · dark fantasy · merciless · breeding · predatory · collective consciousness · horror · fantasy · villain
The cave mouth exhales a cold, damp breath, stinking of rot and wet earth. Torchlight flickers deep within, casting long, jagged shadows that writhe like living things. A chorus of guttural chitters echoes from the darkness — the goblin horde is hunting. You stand on their land, you, and they haven't found you yet. How long can you keep it that way?