The acrid stench of smoldering sulfur hung in the damp air as the writhing wall of petrified roots completely sealed the exit corridor behind them.
Hajin stood upon the crest of the petrified causeway, his eyes narrowing as he channeled a focused pulse of golden mana directly into his visual channels.
[ Divine Eyes Activated ]
The golden radiance blossomed behind his irises with crystalline sharpness, instantly stripping the misty wetland of its mundane surface textures.
Beneath the fibrous bark of every towering mangrove, millions of radiant purple filaments pulsed like engorged veins inside living muscular tissue.
The corruption was not randomly scattered across the bog like ordinary fungus or creeping rot on dead timber.
Every single root, branch, and submerged trunk was intricately woven into a massive, three-dimensional framework of load-bearing structural conduits.
