Sir Alex studied the anomaly before him with calculating eyes.
The transition from barren Threshold Lands to verdant paradise was stark and unnatural, a line drawn across the earth where desolation ended and abundance began. On one side, the familiar stone and sparse vegetation he had been trampling for hours. On the other, greenery so vibrant it almost burned to look at directly!
What the hell?
He extended his senses forward, probing the Mana density with the precision of someone who had spent lifetimes learning to measure power.
The readings were grand.
This concentration exceeded the lesser Sacred Mountains. It approached the levels found in the cores of the great peaks, where power had accumulated across ages beyond counting. The atmospheric density alone would accelerate cultivation by factors that made his mind race with possibilities.
A Holy Land.
