Lynch had just commanded his Undead Army to wipe out a Fishman tribe entrenched here, slaughtering hundreds of them, including a Tier Three Fishman Warrior.
"Master, there are a few peering eyes in the jungle to the southeast. And that hawk in the sky has been circling for a long time."
The voice of the Tier Five ghost, Baring, resounded in Lynch's mind, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Mm, I know."
Lynch sat casually atop his Hellish Skeleton Dog, toying with a looted Black Pearl. The corner of his mouth curved into an enigmatic smile.
He appeared to be focused on counting his spoils, preparing to convert the Fishman corpses into Undead Units to bolster his army. In truth, however, he had long been aware of the prying eyes.
He was aware of it all—the hawk in the sky empowered by the Eagle Eye Skill, and the auras deep in the jungle, deliberately suppressed yet unable to escape Baring's senses. And he was pleased to let it all unfold.
