At the outskirts of the territory, Lynn opened his eyes and rose from behind a black boulder.
At last, they had arrived!
He watched the distant group and got a clear sense of the situation.
A mid-stage Stigmata Netherworld Wolf, a seven- or eight-year-old child, and tens of thousands of low-level undead.
Lin Chen was sitting on the Netherworld Wolf's back.
Lynn did not move. Only after the group had gone farther away did he emerge from behind the boulder. His pace was neither hurried nor slow as he kept his distance from them.
This place was too close to the Undead Monarch. He had to wait until they were farther away before making his move.
The insect swarm circled above the group, monitoring their every movement.
Beneath the gray-white sky, the two parties headed south.
Abyss Devourer and the Netherworld Wolf were in front, while Lynn followed behind, separated from them by a hill.
The insect swarm circled above the group, transmitting the scene back frame by frame.
Lin Chen sat atop the Netherworld Wolf, his legs clamped around its belly as he gnawed on a bone in his hand.
His white hair hung messily to his shoulders. The silver-white horn on his forehead was somewhat longer than when Lynn had last seen him in his infant form, like a curved dagger.
Silver-white scales covered half his body. He looked nothing like a human child, but more like a dragonkin.
Before long, the group encountered a pack of ghouls gnawing on an animal carcass amid a pile of rubble.
Abyss Devourer patted the Netherworld Wolf's head, and the wolf stopped.
Abyss Devourer jumped down from its back and walked toward the ghouls.
The ghouls raised their heads. Seeing a tiny child walking toward them, they froze for a moment.