Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

He turned his gaze upward again. The three figures circling above glinted faintly in the sunlight, their auras barely restrained. They were scanning for him, cautious now, their movements sharp and defensive. He could sense the tension in their mana flow. They wouldn’t approach easily—not after seeing two of their comrades fall without a sound.

Still, if they forced a battle here, he might not be able to hold back without revealing too much. The risk wasn’t worth it.

Just as he made up his mind, the front door behind him creaked open.

”Jester?”

He turned. Lily stood there in her casual house clothes, hair a bit tousled, blinking in confusion. ”Who are those people by the door?” she asked, pointing toward the two motionless men beside the steps.

Jester’s expression softened instantly. He smiled, his tone calm and reassuring. ”Friends,” he said. ”They came by unexpectedly.”

Lily frowned slightly, her gaze lingering on the cracked tiles and faint dust. ”Friends?” she repeated, not fully convinced.

Jester stepped forward and gently rested a hand on her shoulder. ”Yes. Don’t worry about it. You should stay inside for now, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

There was a quiet confidence in his voice that made her stop questioning. She hesitated, then slowly nodded.

”Okay,” she said softly. ”Be careful.”

Jester’s smile lingered as he turned away.

Once she closed the door, the warmth vanished from his expression. He looked up at the sky again, green eyes faintly glowing.

”Let’s move this somewhere else,” he whispered, his voice low and cold.

With that, the air around him rippled—his form blurred, fading like smoke on the wind as he vanished from the doorstep.