They are struck down in a hail of arrows

A shrill whistle, barely audible above the goblins' chatter, pierces the air. Thud. The first of your minions keels forward into the campfire, a single arrow lodged deeply into his right temple. Thud. The second follows, collapsing into the ground with a gurgle of pain, clutching vainly at the barbed tip protruding from his throat. The third goblin tries to flee into the darkness, his back to the enemy. Mélanie draws again and steadies her aim. Thud.

You withdraw from your seeing stone, uninterested. You would have expected nothing less from a trained bounty hunter, goblins being by far the weakest species trapped in your labyrinth. And yet, you are somewhat disappointed. Every single specimen you have captured over the years has two overriding instincts. Firstly, to eat. Secondly, to breed. It is the latter that intrigues you, excites you even. Most of the creatures are ravenous for human flesh - as evidenced by the fate of the many male adventurers you have cast in with them from time to time. What they desire most of all, however, are human women. Human wombs. You wonder if such a desire is the result of the magic that ensnares them in your dungeon, a genetic default or the inhospitable conditions in which you keep them, unsuitable in all honesty for any form of natural life. What is certain, however, in light of the few female prisoners that you have toyed with in the past, is that your newest acquisitions, Mélanie included, can look forward to the particularly cruel future of becoming the unwilling mate of whichever monster first claims them. And this time, via your power of projection, you intend to be the father.

You return to the glass after a few minutes' pacing and bring up the map of your playground. Mélanie may have overcome the first obstacle in her path but there remain countless others, and you must not forget to check up on her companions' progress. You smile as you see two yellow dots walking unknowingly towards their latest test. The former is advancing to what seems to be a large, immobile concentration of some as yet unseen creature, whereas the latter is heading towards a single, restless foe. You zoom in for a better look on one of the locations and allow a stream of magical energy to infuse you with its strength.