Myne observed the pattern.
Although the pattern appeared to have been carved long ago, causing the lines to be mottled and slightly deformed within the cracked bark, Myne could still discern it at a glance. However, due to his lack of experience, having only recently entered the gaming world, he couldn't pinpoint its exact meaning. One thing was certain: it was not a good sign.
The bark of the large oak tree continued to crack, and the lines of foul-smelling blood vessels burst open, oozing thick, scarlet juice. It was being purged of infection, cleansed of filth, and reborn.
