The three stood solemnly as they opposed the huge red goblin silently gazing at them from his soulless throne.
Yevian spoke to Savel and Julius with a serious tongue. "We have to attack in the next few moments. Lest all the goblins in every room heed his call. This might be our only oppurtunity."
Yevian had lost all sillyness, even he didn't seem certain at their prospects of victory.
"Appraisal." Julius muttered. The blue light shot out, unbeknownst to Yevian and Savel who were too focused on their strategy.
[Pithyrus- Level 89]
Julius and Savel nodded reluctantly.
Julius muttered "Level 89? Aren't we just doomed?"
"How do you know his level?" Savel murmured, shadily glancing at Julius.
"Just trust him." Yevian smiled, but his eyes spoke a different story, as if he was expecting something to happen very soon.
"Trust me, I know his level." Julius looked to Yevian, the only person who he assumed would be able to do something here.
