Within the Abyss Outpost, Lynn slowed his pace, sweeping his gaze over the stalls one by one. Occasionally, he bent down to pick up a material for inspection before setting it back down.
Not far behind him, a cold, sinister gaze pricked at his back.
Lynn did not turn around.
Morpheus had arrived faster than he had expected. Fortunately, Marfa had not come along...
But... if a Stigma-level being had followed, would he have been able to sense her?
Mm... he had previously arranged for "Master's Wife" to hold Marfa back, so he could focus on dealing with Morpheus.
Master's Wife should be... reliable, right?
Well, she was the Vice Tower Master of "Discipline" at the Oversight Academy. She should be more reliable than the chief of a soul department.
At that moment, a faint disturbance came from the teleportation array. The whispers of several apprentices and the hurried scrape of boots against stone slabs all entered Lynn's soul perception, which far surpassed those of his peers.
He remained unhurried, making a complete circuit of the market area before finally heading toward the outpost exit.
He had to give that old man some time to prepare, after all.
After leaving the outpost gates, he raised a hand.
The Undead Ring flashed with ghostly light, and Megatron landed with heavy steps.
Its dark-gold skeleton gleamed with a cold metallic luster beneath the Abyss's dim crimson light, while the dragon's Calamity-tier might silently spread outward.
Lynn flipped onto its back. Megatron let out a roar and charged into the depths of the wasteland on all fours.
Lynn could feel the excitement radiating from Megatron's soul.
"Woohoo! Takeoff!"
After wandering the Wraith Mine for over three years, it could finally run freely today!
At the outpost entrance, Morpheus watched that rapidly shrinking figure