The world shifted the moment Albedo activated his Source Code, the blue of his eyes fracturing into an array of violet and golden colors as glyphs bloomed within his vision, spirals of runes, numbers, and radiant sigils overlaying the physical world like a veil peeled back from reality.
To Albedo, the Garden was now no longer alive, but instead was just a flood of written magical code. Every root, every leaf, every drop of dew was a glyph pulsing with intent, and corruption.
Using Source Code, he immediately could spot threads of Abyssal Power worming through the natural patterns like veins of rot, black and violet tendrils of forbidden code.
They pulsed in sync with the tremors beneath the soil, a malignant heartbeat trying to overwrite the Garden's will. It was the exact proof he needed to confirm that this phenomena was artificial, and forced.
