Arthur blinked once as he processed the changes.
The world changed.
The forest no longer looked the same. The air itself seemed filled with countless invisible streams moving in different directions. Mana flowed like currents in a river, weaving through the environment.
And the corrupted man before him…
He looked completely different.
Arthur could now see thin strands of tainted mana flowing from the distance, moving through the air like dark threads. They connected to the man's body, feeding him continuously.
Whenever the man regenerated, those threads thickened, rushing toward specific points before spreading through his form.
Arthur's eyes lit up.
So that's how it works.
He moved again, dodging another attack while observing carefully.
Each time his strike destroyed part of the man's body, the tainted mana condensed rapidly into a single location before spreading outward to rebuild the damaged area.
There was a pattern.
A center.
A gathering point.
