Following the increasingly clear, pulsating ancient guidance deep within his soul, Lynch parted from the Knowledge Ruins and ventured deeper into the more fundamental areas of the Blood Moon Land.
The surroundings began to undergo strange transformations. The once abundant and seemingly wild Magic Vegetation gradually thinned and faded, replaced by a bizarre, highly unstable scene. Space here was akin to a shattered mirror, presenting countless fractured fissures and discontinuities.
In the vista before him, the terrain was no longer a continuous entity but was twisted, folded, and even inverted; light was arbitrarily sliced and refracted, forming patches of colorful but distorted hues; sometimes a sound reminiscent of a distant, non-existent water flow reached his ears, and at other times it was akin to the sharp noise of countless shards of glass shattering simultaneously.
