The goblin leader froze the moment the shaman drove the blade into its own chest.
It wasn't the suicide that stunned it, shamans had always been capable of such madness when cornered. It was how quickly the shaman had decided to use that ability.
The Last-breath Hex.
A shiver rippled down the leader's spine. It could already sense that Noah was powerful, far beyond the monsters it had fought before, even stronger than the drake, the strongest monster in the forest. But for a shaman to resort to this so soon…
Shamans were feared for many reasons, but this was the reason they were respected even by stronger tribes. Humans, trolls, and lizardmen, creatures who scoffed at goblins, would still grow cautious when a shaman stepped forward with that dagger in hand.
