The Syndic tilted his head.
"Use your eyes. You're not like Alwina or the other Occultists. Your gaze reaches farther than even mine, but you made the mistake of testing its range while your mind was at its weakest. You're properly attuned to your mental barriers now, right?"
Meilyr clicked his tongue, displeased at having his folly so easily discovered. He channeled his Mana through his orbits, deploying his perception magecraft.
It looked akin to a spectacle's rising curtains, unveiling the twisted scene of a corruption so deep it had encroached onto the very earth. The sun lost its luster, the sky's bluish glimmer dimmed, and the houses of Leagan collapsed into rotted huts stifled by the hold of giant, crooked branches.
