The goblins worked tirelessly, their nimble fingers flying across wood, metal, and rope as they shaped the final components of their strange contraptions. Each step seemed to breathe life into their creations. The Horde stood by, watching with a mix of skepticism and curiosity as the goblins, drenched in sweat and caked in dirt, moved with a determination that defied their frail forms.
At last, the lead goblin—tiny and squeaky but commanding respect among its kind—stood before the largest structure they had built. It raised its arms high, calling for attention, and squeaked out, "Done! We're done!"
The rest of the goblins collapsed onto the ground, exhausted but victorious. Before them stood a series of crude but sturdy harnesses, wings crafted from wood and tightly stretched cloth, and strange devices that gleamed faintly with magical energy. The contraptions looked bizarre, a mix of primitive engineering and faint traces of magic, but there was no denying they were functional.
