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Intro. The sky that night seemed too heavy for such a small village. The lanterns were barely illuminating the stone streets when the tower bell rang—not in celebration…but in despair. Screams. Wood breaking. Flames engulfing roofs. Goblins. They emerged from the forest like living shadows, yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, high-pitched laughter echoing as they advanced. The men of the village tried to fight, but it was impossible... they weren't there to fight. They were there to hunt. Among the chaos was Aren, a 16-year-old boy, known for being too calm for his age and too dreamy for the world he lived in. He ran looking for his mother, his heart beating faster than his legs could react. But before he could reach it, something cold grabbed his arm. Chains. Strong arms. Smell of sweat and blood. The goblins didn't kill him. They chose him. — "That'll do. Elves pay well for 'pure' humans..."

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