Erend leaned closer to the map, his eyes narrowing as he studied the glowing veins that stretched like roots across the parchment.
Aesa stood silently beside him. Her gaze fixed on the darker intersections where the energy pulsed unnaturally strong.
"So it's starting again," Erend said quietly. "It could be similar to the kind of corruption we saw in the forests before Thar'Zul-Vekar's awakening. It would affect the whole forest."
Sylmira nodded. "Yes. The patterns match. But this time, it's not limited to nature-bound Magic. The necromantic trace is old and much older than any of our current Magical records. Something ancient is stirring beneath these lines based on my vision."
Erend exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening.
"Then we don't have time to wait." He glanced toward Aesa, then spoke again to Sylmira. "These convergence points, how many are there in total?"
