The Last Nightmare

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: The Goblin’s Challenge (Part 1)



The stone walls of the dungeon closed in on Nate as he stood at the entrance, his body aching with every breath. He had been training relentlessly for days now, pushing himself past his limits. The wounds from his last fight—the bruises, the scratches, the burns—had barely healed, but they didn't matter. He wasn't here to rest. He was here to test himself, to face a challenge he knew would force him to grow. The wolf had taught him the importance of adapting, of thinking on his feet, but now he needed to prove that the lessons stuck.

He adjusted the grip on his katana, the weapon feeling heavier than usual in his tired hands. The weight was a constant reminder of what was at stake. Every fight, every battle, could be the one that either crushed him or made him stronger. He couldn't afford to be weak, not anymore.

The dungeon stretched before him, the air thick with dampness and the faint scent of something metallic. The flickering torchlight barely illuminated the path ahead. Shadows danced on the walls, stretching and shrinking like dark ghosts.

The deeper he ventured into the dungeon, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. It was as though the air itself carried an ancient weight—centuries of battles fought in these very halls, countless creatures lurking in the dark, waiting for prey. And Nate was their prey now.

He paused, his senses on high alert. The silence was deafening, save for the distant drip of water echoing from some unseen source. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his chest, the anticipation of what lay ahead making his muscles twitch. His mind replayed the girl's words from their last encounter, the sharp edge of her criticism still fresh in his memory.

"Still too slow."

Those words had cut deeper than the wolf's claws. But instead of crushing his spirit, they fueled the fire inside him. Nate had to improve. He would improve. If he wanted to survive in this cruel, unforgiving world, he needed to be faster, smarter, more precise.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from up ahead. His muscles tensed, and his hand gripped the katana's hilt tighter. A low growl echoed from the darkness, followed by the sound of something moving quickly. His instincts kicked in. He crouched, ready to spring into action, but he kept his breathing steady. Patience.

The growl grew louder, and then, through the darkness, a figure emerged—its shape barely discernible in the dim light. Nate's eyes narrowed, the adrenaline beginning to flood his veins. The creature's silhouette became clearer, and what he saw sent a chill down his spine.

A goblin.

The creature stood no more than five feet tall, its hunched body covered in ragged, dirt-streaked leather armor. Its face was grotesque—green skin stretched tight over a skull, sharp teeth bared in a constant snarl. Its beady yellow eyes flickered in Nate's direction, and its nose twitched as if it could smell him. It let out a guttural hiss, baring its teeth in a way that could only be interpreted as a threat.

In its clawed hands, the goblin wielded a crude axe. The blade was jagged, chipped from years of use, but still deadly in the hands of such a creature. Its muscles rippled as it took a step forward, and Nate felt the weight of its gaze on him.

Fight or run.

The decision was easy. There was no way out, no escape from this. Nate gritted his teeth and gripped his katana tighter, eyes fixed on the goblin. He wasn't going to back down. He had learned from his failures, from the brutal lesson the wolf had taught him. Now was his chance to prove he was ready for this.

The goblin let out a battle cry, its voice grating and guttural. It charged forward, its movements surprisingly swift for its size. Nate's eyes tracked its every motion, calculating, anticipating. This was no wolf, no relentless predator—it was a creature driven by raw instinct and rage, and that made it more dangerous in its own way.

The goblin swung its axe down in a wide arc, aiming for Nate's head with surprising strength.

Too slow. Nate thought.

He sidestepped just in time, the goblin's axe slicing through the air where his head had been a split second before. The force of the swing sent the creature slightly off balance, and Nate saw his opening. He pivoted, bringing his katana in a sweeping arc aimed at the goblin's midsection.

The blade sliced through the air, but the goblin, with its agility, managed to twist its body just enough to avoid the full brunt of the attack. The edge of the katana grazed its side, but it wasn't a deep enough cut to stop it. The goblin snarled, its eyes flashing with fury, and it swung its axe again, this time aiming for Nate's torso.

Nate's heart skipped a beat. He was too slow to dodge completely. He twisted his body just in time to deflect the axe's blow with the flat of his katana, but the force sent him stumbling backward. His feet slipped on the wet stone, and he barely managed to catch his balance before the goblin was upon him again.

The goblin was relentless. It attacked with a fury that didn't seem to tire. Each swing of its axe was wild and unpredictable, forcing Nate to stay on the defensive. He couldn't afford to make a mistake. His arms burned with each blocked swing, but he kept pushing, kept moving, refusing to let the goblin's aggression overwhelm him.

His mind raced as he looked for an opening. The goblin was wild, its strikes brutal and unrefined, but that made it difficult to predict. It wasn't following any pattern. Its attacks came in bursts of rage, and Nate had to rely on his instincts to avoid them.

The goblin lunged again, its axe raised high. Nate sidestepped at the last moment, feeling the wind of the goblin's swing brush against his cheek. He saw it now. The opening. The goblin's stance was unsteady after its swing, its body slightly turned.

Nate didn't hesitate. He sprang forward, his katana flashing as he slashed it toward the goblin's exposed side. The blade connected, cutting through the goblin's armor and into its flesh. The creature let out a screech of pain, staggering backward, blood spilling from the wound.

But it wasn't dead. Not yet. It still had fight left in it.

Nate gritted his teeth and prepared for the next strike, his body trembling with exhaustion. The fight was far from over.


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