"Did you notice anything weird? For example, any traces of undead energy?"
Ricky's voice was calm, but there was a sharp undertone beneath the words—like a predator testing the wind before a hunt. His compound eyes shimmered ominously under the faint glow of spiritual light, their multilayered pupils narrowing with focused intent.
Boar fell silent.
At first, he'd assumed the Venom Fang Overlord had summoned him to ask about that arrogant leopard—perhaps to scold him or question the bloodbath that had unfolded earlier. But to his surprise, Ricky didn't mention it at all.
Instead, the question caught him off guard. Undead energy?
That wasn't what he expected.
His massive form shifted slightly. Muscles tensed beneath his thick skin as he thought deeply, his snout scrunching in concentration.
After a moment, he finally replied in a low rumble:
"There was not a single trace of undead energy…"
