Chapter 251: Borrowed Sight

[Congratulations on gaining a new skill!]

Darion stared at the words, very much shocked. A new skill. He hadn’t expected that.

The rank-up had been surprising enough, but this was something else entirely. He had been stuck with the same two skills for so long: Death Perception and Distant Command, that he had almost forgotten that new skills were even possible.

He had assumed that his abilities would grow slowly, incrementally, that he would have to earn every scrap of power through grinding and effort.

But the system had just given him a third skill.

He stood very still, his eyes fixed on the notification.

Seren was still discussing with the archers, their voices low and casual, unaware of the monumental moment happening just a few feet away.

Darion pretended like he was examining the skies or trees when in reality he was just looking at his status screen, his heart pounding in his chest.

He read the notification again, letting the words sink in. A new skill. A real skill. Not just an upgrade to an existing ability, but something entirely new.

The skill was called Borrowed Sight. He read the description carefully:

[Borrowed Sight — You can see through the eyes of your undead. Not all of them simultaneously, not indefinitely, but any one of them at will. The perspective shifts to whatever the bound creature is perceiving through the necromantic connection. Range: Unlimited. Duration: Until you deactivate or lose focus.]

He went over it in his mind, trying to understand the full implications.

See through the eyes of his undead. Any one of them. At any time. He could look through the eyes of a bird flying overhead, or a Yuimon standing guard, or a knight patrolling the castle walls.

He could see what they saw, perceive what they perceived. It was like having eyes everywhere, a network of spies that no one could detect.

He thought about how good this was. How finally he had a skill that felt truly powerful.

He had always known that Necromancers were actually tough, having numerous abilities that made them feared across the land.

He had read stories of Necromancers who could drain life force, raise entire armies, and command the dead with a thought.

But him... he just had the ability to perceive death, like corpses, revive them, and give Distant Command to his undeads, which was just communicating with them through his binding.

It had always felt underwhelming, like he was playing a smaller game than the other Necromancers in the stories.

But now he actually had a skill that was actually really, really cool.

Borrowed Sight. He could see through the eyes of his undead.

He could scout without moving. He could watch his enemies without being seen. He could protect Percvale without ever leaving the castle.

He looked at the undead bird nearest him and activated it. He decided to test it.

He focused on the bird, feeling the familiar connection through the binding. He reached out with his mind, following the thread of connection, and activated the skill.

The perspective shifted.

He was in the air. The clearing stretched out beneath him, the group below small and upward-facing.

He could see the canopy edge visible in his peripheral vision, the trees stretching out in every direction.

The bird’s body moved beneath him, no, not beneath him. He was the bird. He could almost feel the air rushing past his wings, the weight of his body suspended in the sky.

He was looking down at the clearing from maybe thirty feet up, the archers small and scattered, the undead creatures still and waiting.

He could see everything from this height. The forest extended in every direction, the deeper sections visible as a continuous dark canopy.

The trees were thick, their branches intertwining, their leaves rustling in the wind. He could see the clearing where they had fought, the bodies of the wild birds still scattered on the ground.

He could see his body, standing still gazing at nothing in particular.

He then changed to the Yuimons. The perspective shifted again, and he was on the ground.

He could see himself standing among the Yuimons, which was a strange experience.

He was looking at his own body from a different angle, seeing himself as others saw him.

He looked tired, but determined. His clothes were covered in dust and feathers, his hair disheveled. But his eyes were sharp, focused. He was still in control.

Then back to the birds. He looked around, the forest extending in every direction, the deeper sections visible from this height as a continuous dark canopy.

He could see the edges of the forest, the distant fields, the faint outline of Percvale in the distance. He could see everything.

He deactivated it and came back to ground level. The world snapped back into focus, his own eyes reasserting themselves.

He blinked, disoriented, the sensation of being in two places at once fading slowly.

He looked at the bird, then back at the sky. He had seen through its eyes. He had been in the air. He had seen everything.

This was going to be useful! And so much Fun!

He smiled.

He thought about what this meant. The implications spread out in his mind like ripples in water, each one leading to another, each one more significant than the last.

This was not just a new skill. This was a fundamental change in how he could operate, how he could protect Percvale, how he could wage war.

He could send undead birds over Percvale’s walls before a raid and see what’s coming from the inside.

Instead of relying on scouts who might be seen, who might be captured, who might be killed, he could simply send a bird.

It would circle above, unnoticed, and he would see everything through its eyes. The positions of enemies, the layout of camps, the movement of troops.

He would know what was coming before it arrived.

He could send them over enemy territory before a military operation and map the layout from above.

The terrain, the defenses, the weak points. He could see everything from a perspective that no one else could access.

He could plan his attacks with perfect knowledge, knowing exactly where to strike and where to avoid.

He could send the Slitherer into a building and see what’s inside before anyone enters.

The creature was already stealthy and silent. Now he could see through its eyes, could navigate it through corridors and rooms and could identify threats before they identified him.

He could clear buildings without ever setting foot inside.

He could send the wolves ahead on a road and see what’s waiting around a bend. The wolves could scout ahead, could warn him of ambushes, could give him time to prepare. He would never be caught off guard again.

He went around the possibilities in his mind, each one more exciting than the last.

He could use it to scout the forest, to find creatures, to spot enemies. He could send a bird into an enemy’s castle and see what’s inside. He could watch from above without ever being seen, just observing.

The potential was endless.