(A/N: This is a SFW version of the novel, for the NSFW one please go to my patreon page, link on my bio)
A fierce struggle ensued as the two goblins locked horns over the "prize".
One lunged forward, swinging his crude wooden sword with enough force to split logs.
The other parried clumsily, the impact jarring its small arms.
They grappled briefly, teeth bared, before being thrown apart by mutual blows.
One managed to kick the other in the gut, doubling it over in pain.
But the standing goblin didn't wait; it brought the flat of its blade down onto the fallen creature's skull, cracking bone.
Crack!
The dazed goblin flailed weakly, trying to rise, but the other jumped on top of it.
A frenzy of stabbing rained down into its chest and abdomen.
Warm blood pooled rapidly around them.
Finally, the survivor stood panting over the corpse, raising its weapon high for a final taunt scream.
Lyssandra watched from the sidelines, a satisfy smile hanged on her face
"I didn't even know this could happen. Beauty can kill, I guess," she thought with amusement.
The surviving goblin let out a triumphant squeal, its muddy face smeared with gore.
It spotted Lyssandra sitting against the wall.
With drool dripping from its lips and that lewd look returning to its eyes, it lumbered forward, stepping over its dead companion.
Its hand reached out, fingers clawing at the air as if already grasping her waist.
Then, just as it was about to make contact, a Fireball exploded right behind it.
The sphere of heat struck its back first.
Instantly, the hair on its scalp curled and blackened, smoking.
Skin blistered within seconds, bubbling up before bursting open in rivulets of hot fat and grease.
The smell of charred flesh filled the corridor instantly, thick and cloying.
The goblin shrieked, thrashing wildly, its movements spasmodic and uncoordinated.
Flames licked hungrily across its body, fusing clothes to skin, melting muscle.
Internal organs began to steam under the intense heat.
Eyes boiled over, popping with wet pops.
Tongue curled inside its mouth, swelling until it tore through its jawbone.
It tried to scream again, but the vocal cords were cooked shut, turning the sound into a gurgling choke.
The goblin collapsed, twitching violently.
Its core remained intact, so it wasn't dead yet, but every nerve was firing agony signals.
Lyssandra stood up slowly, watching the spectacle of flesh roasting alive.
"I am… enjoying this? Impossible, but why am I feeling this right now?"
A feeling so raw, powerful, and primal permeated her body.
Her eyes couldn't leave the burning goblin torch on the ground.
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