The team faced the reality of their predicament, each member grappling with the fear and disbelief that such a force could be marshaled by the goblin they had underestimated.
Goblin Slayer, typically operated with relentless determination in vanquishing all goblins, found himself at a loss. As his gaze met Dick's, he saw not fear but a chilling ferocity and cold resolve mirrored in the eyes of his foe. In that moment, Goblin Slayer felt an unfamiliar sense of defeat, a withdrawal from the lifelong hatred and pursuit of goblins that had defined his existence.
"Let's go." The command was soft, almost resigned, as Goblin Slayer turned away, leading his team in retreat. The roles had been reversed; they, the hunters, now fled as prey from Dick.
