Adam traveled deeper as the forest begun to change more.
The air was growing even thicker until it felt like it was pushing through a hard wave of water.
The mana in the area was growing even more dense, heavy until it felt oppressive.
It was sinking into peoples lungs like it was metal dust, the trees themselves were twisted like were growing far from the center, it was like they were trapped unable to escape.
He then stepped over ridge, it was blackened with roots and he felt it immediately.
There was a pull, and a direction. It was wasn't physical, almost instinctive. It was his own blood reacting again, guiding him towards the source.
"I'm closer to the source now, I can feel it."
He adjusted his grip on his sword and kept moving forward.
While moving the cultists were tightening the net expertly all around him.
