God Agent: All Hail The Great Kobold

The eastern region was nothing like the lush southern forests Ka’z had grown up in. The further they traveled into the territory, the more unpleasant the landscape became.

Vegetation existed, but it was sparse, stunted, and strangely dirty, with thin patches of grass struggling to grow between stretches of exposed earth and jagged stone. Many of the trees looked sickly, their trunks twisted and their leaves dull compared to the thick green canopy they had left behind.

The land itself was uneven, rising and sinking without any obvious pattern. Some sections of ground dipped so deeply that pools of muddy water had formed inside them, while other parts rose several feet above the surrounding terrain, forcing the group to constantly adjust their path. It almost felt as though the eastern region had been violently torn apart in the distant past and never properly healed.

The only structure that remained consistent throughout the strange landscape was the massive hill visible in the distance. Even after hours of walking, it remained on the horizon like a silent giant watching over the region. Ka’z occasionally glanced toward it, wondering what secrets the Ashmork clan had built around such a landmark, but there was no way of knowing whether their settlement was close to it or hidden somewhere else entirely.

That was another problem they had failed to solve. They had entered the eastern region knowing the Ashmork village existed somewhere within this enormous stretch of land, but none of them knew exactly where. They were essentially searching for a settlement filled with more than a hundred goblins while walking through territory they had never explored before.

By the time the sun disappeared behind the trees, they had traveled straight for nearly the entire day. Their legs were heavy, their clothes were coated in dust, and even Ka’z could feel the strain building inside his muscles. Continuing in complete darkness would only increase the chances of someone stepping into a pit or wandering away from the group, so they finally agreed to stop and prepare camp.

Fortunately, dry wood was everywhere. The eastern region might have lacked healthy vegetation, but dead branches and fallen trees were scattered across the ground in abundance. Bruk and Bigi gathered enough wood to keep a large fire burning through the night while the others prepared the meat they had brought with them.

Normally, the sight of food and a warm fire would have been enough to bring out the loudest parts of their personalities. Tonight, however, the atmosphere was completely different. Everyone sat close enough to the fire to benefit from its warmth, but their attention was constantly wandering toward the darkness beyond the light.

Bigi and Bruk remained standing several steps away from the others, slowly turning their heads from side to side as they watched the surrounding terrain. The rest of the group was not much better. Every unfamiliar sound made someone glance over their shoulder, and every movement of the dry grass seemed suspicious.

Ka’z noticed the tension and quietly sighed as he turned his portion of boar meat over the fire. The fat dripping from it hissed against the burning wood, sending a brief smell of smoke and roasted meat into the air.

Without looking up, he said, "Relax... If someone or something is coming, I’ll know."

His voice was calm, but it carried enough certainty that everyone heard him clearly.

They trusted him. That was not the problem. Ka’z had earned their trust many times over. Even so, trust could only do so much when they were deep inside unfamiliar territory that was supposedly home to more than a hundred hostile goblins. Knowing Ka’z could sense danger did not stop the darkness from feeling much larger than usual.

Perhaps realizing that everyone was slowly driving themselves insane with their own thoughts, Thrak finally spoke up.

"Can I ask something?" His voice broke through the silence, and several heads immediately turned toward him.

Ka’z raised his face and met his gaze before giving a simple nod. "Sure... Why not?"

Thrak shifted slightly where he sat, and for once there was no joke hiding behind the question in his expression.

"What does it feel like to be the child of prophecy?"

The question immediately stole everyone’s attention. Even Bigi and Bruk turned away from their watch positions. Ka’z himself was not expecting it, and for a few seconds he simply stared at Thrak while thinking about how to answer. He could not exactly explain that there was a mysterious system constantly throwing messages into his vision and rewarding him with strange abilities whenever he completed tasks.

Seeing the expectant faces around him, Ka’z rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"How do I put it..." He paused for a moment before raising his gaze again. "I’ll say there are only three differences between me and you guys."

Everyone instinctively leaned closer. Even Bigi and Bruk abandoned their positions for the moment and moved nearer to the fire, their curiosity temporarily overcoming their caution.

"The first is my dragon bloodline," Ka’z began. "My dragon eyes allow me to see mana, my scales can be hardened, and I can also speak the language of dragons. That’s why I could easily understand the runes the goblins use, even better than they could."

"That’s just the first? That’s a lot!" Mi’ya said immediately, and several people nodded in agreement. To them, simply being able to see mana already sounded extraordinary.

The idea that Ka’z could also understand an ancient language and harden his scales whenever necessary made it seem as though he had been given several lives worth of advantages at once.

Ka’z ignored the quiet discussions beginning around him and raised a second finger. Everyone quickly fell silent again.

"The second are the visions. That’s how I tend to know something may go wrong even before it actually happens."

This explanation made everyone exchange understanding looks. The night raid that had cost the colony nine lives was still painfully fresh in their memories. It was after that incident that the entire colony began taking Ka’z’s warnings seriously. Before then, some people had viewed him as a talented child with strange abilities. Afterward, they began looking at him as someone who might genuinely be connected to the Greater Kobold’s prophecy.

Ka’z raised his third finger. "The third, of course, are... Blessings."

Everyone blinked and exchanged confused glances.

"Blessings?" Krov asked with one brow raised.

Ka’z nodded. "Yes... Blessings." He lowered his hand and stared briefly into the flames. "I never had blood magic until recently. After we successfully defended the colony from Grash, I was also blessed with a much darker magic that I still don’t completely understand."

The reaction was immediate. Several members of the group stood up so abruptly that their food nearly fell into the fire. Shocked and disturbed gazes settled on Ka’z from every direction. This was the first time they had heard him speak about gaining magic after accomplishing something.

Magic was precious enough that entire colonies chose their leaders based on who possessed it, yet Ka’z spoke as though new forms of magic simply appeared in his hands whenever the Greater Kobold decided he had done something impressive enough.

"What kind of magic did you get this time?" Gruk finally asked.

Ka’z hesitated. He glanced around at their expectant faces and sighed. There was no point hiding it forever, especially when they were already traveling together into dangerous territory.

"Sacrificial magic."

The camp became completely still. The shocked expressions on their faces changed almost immediately into something more disturbed. Blood magic was already strange enough to them, but sacrificial magic sounded darker in a way none of them knew how to explain. It was the kind of name that naturally made someone wonder what exactly needed to be sacrificed before the magic could be used.

"Why would the Greater Kobold give you something like that?" Drak asked quietly.

"I don’t know, I’m yet to understand the will of the Greater Kobold on this matter, which is why I haven’t even attempted using it." Ka’z answered, smoothly placing every ounce of responsibility onto the Greater Kobold.

The group slowly accepted the explanation. If the Greater Kobold had truly given him such magic, then there had to be a reason for it, even if none of them could understand that reason yet. Gruk eventually nodded.

"Yeah, I think that’s the right thing. You should understand it before you start experimenting with something like that."

Drak nodded in agreement, and the others gradually relaxed enough to sit down again. Thrak, however, was the first to recover his usual childish enthusiasm. Curiosity seemed to be one of the few things capable of overpowering his fear. He leaned forward with bright eyes and asked,

"So can you teach us dragon language? That way we can use magic too."

Every eye immediately returned to Ka’z.

Ka’z looked at them for a moment before deciding there was no harm in demonstrating the problem. He turned his attention toward the campfire and spoke in a voice that suddenly sounded deeper than before, carrying an ancient weight that made the others instinctively straighten their backs.

"Ignis."

Almost immediately, the flames responded. The campfire burned brighter, and the fire twisted upward in a spiraling column that illuminated the darkness around them. The sudden increase in light revealed the startled expressions on everyone’s faces as they instinctively pulled back from the flames.

Ka’z watched them for a moment before saying, "Go on, repeat it."

They exchanged nervous glances before Thrak stepped forward first. He cleared his throat and tried to imitate the sound as closely as possible.

"Igeris!"

Nothing happened.

Gruk tried next. "Igrus!"

Again, nothing happened.

Mi’ya tilted her head and looked deeply offended by the entire situation.

"Igi?" she said, sounding like she was not even sure whether she was speaking a word or calling a bird.

Ka’z sat quietly beside the fire and watched them continue mispronouncing the simple word. He was not surprised in the slightest. To them, dragon language was completely foreign. The sounds were unfamiliar, the pronunciation was different, and they had never spent their lives learning how to shape their voices around such words. Trying to teach them was no different from expecting someone who had lived their entire life in a small isolated village to suddenly speak a foreign language perfectly after hearing one word.

That was the main reason Ka’z had never seriously considered teaching the entire colony how to use dragon language. It was not something he could explain once and expect everyone to master overnight. If he truly wanted them to learn, it would take time, repetition, and patience. He would probably need to start with a few simple words, teach them how to pronounce them properly, and slowly build their understanding from there.

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