The basin unfolded below them, a sprawling abyss of chaotic life, raw and corrupted. It wasn't merely a forest, but a pulsating wound upon the earth itself, fed by ancient mana runes warped and twisted beyond recognition.
Enormous mana trees surged skyward, stretching over three hundred meters high, their trunks gnarled and twisted, leaves glowing rhythmically like monstrous heartbeats.
Massive vines writhed and slithered across the terrain like giant serpents, relentlessly spreading in all directions, and towering fungi, colossal as buildings, released luminescent spores drifting into a darkened sky.
The terrifying thing was how swiftly it consumed the land.
Mere months ago, bustling towns stood safely on the outskirts, their streets filled with life. Now, all that remained were ghostly silhouettes half-swallowed by roots, bark, and foliage—structures melting silently into the wilderness.
