Kamadis the Goblin's Luck

Thick black mist, reeking of rot, wrapped around Kamadis like a pair of invisible giant hands clamped tightly around his throat.

The small-statured goblin was fleeing for his life. The leather armor on his body had been corroded into a thousand holes by the mist, and every breath carried a rusty, sickly sweetness.

A bloodcurdling low growl echoed through the valley, as though it were a summons from the hell of Jiu You.

Kamadis did not dare look back. He knew that the pairs of faintly blue glowing eyes behind him were watching him as closely as a shadow followed its form.

These Mist Beasts were the rulers of Misty Valley. They fed on the flesh and blood of intruders and delighted in tormenting their prey.

Suddenly, a shrill wolf howl tore through the deathly silence. Kamadis instinctively rolled to the left, and a black shadow skimmed past his scalp, leaving five claw marks in the ground deep enough to expose bone.

It was a wolf-shaped Mist Beast!

The beast was a full three times larger than an ordinary wild wolf. Its fur flickered in and out of sight within the mist, like a moving black cloud.

Kamadis drew the short blade from his waist with a backhand motion. This was a Martial Weapon he had painstakingly forged from three pieces of refined iron, and it was also his lifesaving tool.

The wolf beast pounced again, its gaping bloody maw lunging straight for his throat.

The goblin ducked beneath it and viciously drove his short blade toward the wolf beast's belly.

Yet the Mist Beast's body was like an illusory shadow. The blade passed straight through it without causing any harm.

"Damn it!"

Kamadis cursed under his breath, turned, and continued running.

The wolf beast's sharp claws left three bloody