Step-Step
The tense, eerie silence of the stadium made it possible for the light and shallow steps of Zyrrak to resound throughout the stadium like beating drums. All eyes turned to him.
Unlike his usual confident stride, there was something unmistakably different about him today. His golden skin, once radiant and proud, seemed to have lost its luster under the harsh light.
With his shoulders hunched, he walked toward the mic, his eyes, dull and distant, unlike his usual energy-filled gaze.
Many among the students in the stadium, who had once been in awe of him, stared at him with disdain, rage, disgust, and fear. They had no sympathy for him.
To them, he was nothing other than a beast with uncontrollable lust—a goblin they would want to kill themselves. He wasn't a special and rare species they would want to protect, but just walking proof of why no one ever wants to accept the gold goblins as a normal intelligent lifeform instead of a monster or a beast.
