Inside the single-person teleportation array, Lynn brought up the coordinate from the mission briefing and gave it to the deacon operating the array.
The deacon adjusted the teleportation array and gestured for Lynn to enter.
A flash of white light passed, and he vanished from where he stood.
When Lynn stepped out of the teleportation array, the pressure on him suddenly intensified.
All around was gray-black void. Beneath his feet was a platform floating in the starry sky. This was clearly a hastily constructed teleportation point—crude, but fairly stable.
The platform was covered in runes that emitted a faint blue glow.
At the edge of the platform, four grotesque undead creatures stared at him.
One was a pitch-black Gargoyle, green flames burning in its eye sockets.
One was a Wraith floating in midair, its translucent body constantly twisting.
One was a skeletal giant wolf three times the size of an ordinary wolf, its fangs bared.
The last was something shapeless, like a mass of constantly writhing flesh.
The pressure of one Nightmare-tier and three Disaster-tier beings descended upon him at once.
Clearly, these were defensive measures arranged by that Stigma, specifically to guard this temporary teleportation point.
Lynn did not move. He took out the Soul-Crystal Plaque from his waist and held it before him.
The four undead stared at the plaque for several breaths before their pressure slowly receded.
Lynn put away the plaque and took out the Communication Slate.
He was no longer far from that Stigma, close enough for communication to connect.
"Lord Isaac, Lynn has arrived."
After several seconds of silence, a deep voice came from the slate:
"The third satellite planet. The coordinates have been sent. Do not act rashly when you get there. Wait for my message."
There was no unnecessary small talk and