After Gregor finished examining Myriad Phenomena, Lynn turned and headed toward the edge of the island, ready to show his mentor around this world.
Gregor followed him, surveying the small island.
They walked across the black soil of Death Island. The earth beneath their feet was unusually soft, and each step left a shallow footprint.
In the distance, skeleton soldiers patrolled in orderly formations, marching from east to west and south to north.
Zombies lay on the beach, half their bodies buried in the sand. Waves washed over them, gradually swelling their bodies and turning them pale.
Ghouls crouched at the edge of a rift, still tirelessly catching seabirds.
Gregor watched the undead without saying a word. He had long since passed the stage of finding them interesting.
What interested him was Myriad Phenomena, this rule net, and every rule within this stigmata domain.
The two reached the island's highest point.
From here, they could see the entire island, as well as the ocean beyond it and the distant mainland.
A bone dragon flew over and landed beside them.
Lynn led Gregor onto the bone dragon's back, and it took off toward the mainland.
Standing on the bone dragon, Gregor looked past the receding black soil of Death Island toward the distant land.
There were cities, villages, churches, and factories.
Green-skinned goblins bustled through the cities. Some worked in factories, some labored in the fields, and others prayed in churches.
Goblins were extremely common throughout the endless universe. Gregor was no stranger to them and often saw them at the Academy.
These creatures reproduced remarkably quickly. Once goblins appeared in a world, it would take only a few years for little green-skinned creatures to fill the entire place.
Lynn pointed to a city in the distance.
"That's Gear Town, the