The commotion as the Demon Eye wiped out the Bone Knight squad caught Lin Chen's attention.
He glanced back.
The gray mist was empty. The Bone Knights who had been standing there, trailing him, were all gone.
He frowned, then relaxed.
To Lin Chen, those Bone Knights were nothing more than a few tasty morsels.
If he went home with his father today, they were enemies standing in his way.
If he returned to the Bone Monarch instead, those fellows who had witnessed his conversation with his father would be tattletales.
Either way, they had to be silenced, or they would cause a whole string of problems. His father had saved him the trouble.
Still, killing them outright was a little wasteful. If he had devoured them, they could at least have strengthened him somewhat.
At that thought, he licked his lips and turned back to Lynn.
Lynn stood a few steps away, his arms spread for an embrace.
His movements were gentle, his arms slowly rising and opening as though he were about to hug a child he had not seen in years.
He smiled, but boundless longing surged in his eyes.
"Come on, son. Let's go home."
Lin Chen looked at him without moving.
Although he could feel their familial bond, as that connection steadily cooled, he was gradually coming down from his emotional high and regaining his senses.
He was still wavering over whether to go back with his father and live an ordinary life.
After all, here in the Netherworld, he could help himself to a buffet whenever he wanted. Even the Bone Monarch's undead were fair game.
Back in the Wizarding World, however, he would have no such opportunities. Those wizards would never let him devour things without restraint. They might even turn against him