Yalan Continent, a path in the Wilderness.
Ian walked along a narrow path littered with gravel and weeds.
The path was tight, flanked by withered shrubs and twisted trees.
The branches of the trees were an unnatural, grayish-black, their surfaces covered in gnarled protrusions, some of which were still slowly squirming.
'It's been contaminated...'
Ian tightened his grip on his Iron Sword, his steps light.
His [Starlight Perception] was activated to its fullest extent.
The flow of Energy in his surroundings appeared in his Perception as a hazy "color."
Most areas were dim and murky, like water tainted with ink.
But occasionally, he could sense faint, silvery-white specks of light drifting in the air like fireflies.
'Starlight motes...'
Ian tried to draw the motes toward him with his Spiritual Power.
The motes trembled slightly, then slowly drifted over and merged into his body.
It was a slow process, and the amount was minuscule.
