"This is worse than I thought..."
The comment came out unconsciously from my mouth, because indeed, it was way worse than what Fatia told me before. But then again, they left this place about two months ago, probably, so it was natural that the damage would be different.
But even then, this kind of progression in two months was too much.
"There's a lot of death in this place," Ignis suddenly told me as our horse stopped at the edge of the blackened land. "Probably not a good death too."
"You mean the lingering negative thoughts influenced the progression of the corrupted mana?"
"In the first place, this thing you called corrupted mana is born from that, isn't it? Death, hatred, the opposite of the mana, which is the source of life."
I glanced at the little lizard on my shoulder and stroked the flaming head. "Look at you being so wise."
