The darkness of the Decaying Staircase resembled congealed ink, with only the twisted, wriggling roots underfoot emitting an ominous dark green glow. Lynch moved like the most precise instrument, lifting his foot, placing it down, analyzing, deciphering—actions ingrained deeply into his bones as instinct.
The vast knowledge repository of the Decaying Domain Level 7 and the ultimate computing power of the Grid Circuit made these traps, which could exhaust or even kill ordinary Mystical Wizards, peel away like layers of an onion before him, with the core Rule Fragments efficiently extracted and absorbed.
Just after he deciphered a particularly complex trap fused with spatial rifts and spiritual decay, the edge of the Grid Circuit's wide-area perceptual field caught a familiar energy fluctuation source, filled with strong resistance and decay.
