Having settled the extraordinary matter in Goblin World, Lynn rose from the stone platform and looked north, intending to find a "gathering place" for his undead.
There was an area the goblins called the "Land of Death," where the planet's magnetic field was most chaotic and pollution most severe.
It possessed an inexplicable pull that slowly drew in all the filth in the world.
Industrial waste, heavy-metal toxins, and chemical residue all gathered there through the air and oceans.
Mm... it was like the world's "navel."
This had originally been a natural purification system created by the "world will," in a vain attempt to save Goblin World's environment.
If Goblin World's pollution had not been so severe, with its waste gas and refuse produced far faster than the Land of Death could absorb them, the environment would have been much better.
Centuries of accumulation had left that land utterly barren. Even the hardiest weeds could not grow there.
The goblins avoided it like the plague; even airships were unwilling to pass overhead.
And that was precisely the place Lynn needed.
He stepped forward, and his figure merged into the void.
The next moment, he stood upon that desolate coastline.
Black grit lay beneath his feet, mixed with shattered glass and rusted scraps of iron.
The air was thick with a pungent chemical stench. In the distance stood the skeletal remains of abandoned factories, rust-covered and resembling the carcasses of giant beasts forsaken for decades.
The sea here was black like crude oil. When the waves struck the shore, even the foam they splashed up was black.
Lynn's spiritual power spread outward, quickly locking onto a large island off the coast.
The island spanned dozens of miles. Its terrain was rugged, with a low volcano at its center. The crater had