The Magic Ring Tree Layer.
Deep within the ancient and hidden layer.
Beneath a Magic Ring Tree, roughly five meters tall and lush with foliage, Zorn leaned against the trunk of a smaller, golden-glazed Magic Ring Tree.
HUFF... HUFF...
Zorn gasped for breath, his life force draining away as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, Zorn's body—from his head to his chest and down to his arms and legs—was covered in bizarre, jagged tears.
These jagged tears were not mere wounds; they seemed to have become one with his very flesh.
Through those bizarre, jagged tears, one could see his semi-transparent blood vessels and the blood flowing within, his taut muscles, and even his bones, which were streaked with golden lines.
Deep within the jagged wounds, bizarre, thumb-sized insects gnawed relentlessly at Zorn's flesh.
Zorn looked up at the small, lush, Golden Magic Ring Tree above him.
