There was not much left of the goblin. In fact, it was hard to determine what was goblin and what was not. The creature had, in the face of such a massive discharge of power, promptly exploded. The nearby pine had also caught on fire. Whatever items or secrets the fell little beast might have had seemed forever lost.

Meanwhile, Martox's contition was detoriating rapidly. The venom not only spread through his body at an alarming pace, it was also corrosive and causing mortal damage to his heart and internal organs. He had minutes, maybe less. He also seemed quite unconscious, probably from the enormous trauma of getting his heart pierced.