The darkened stretch of sand ended abruptly at a certain point, as though a circle had been drawn in the soil to form a conspicuous boundary.
Amid the lush vegetation, this strange depression alone remained almost entirely barren, spanning several dozen yards.
A figure lay quietly within the soil, buried beneath the sand from head to toe, hiding underground as though he had no need to breathe, dormant as an insect.
Within this thriving expanse of land, this peculiar "territory" was the place Basim had recently claimed to recuperate.
Remains and debris lay scattered across the ground: the dry stalks of dead plants, bird feathers, congealed lumps of flesh and skin-almost every obvious sign of life had been quietly swallowed by this area, which still retained traces of a meteorite impact.
-or rather, swallowed by the "living thing" within it.
Amid a desert that was steadily turning to sand, this oasis, rapidly brought into being by a meteorite that had recently fallen from the sky, was like the most precious jewel upon the earth, capable of sustaining countless living creatures and allowing them to flourish.
Yet in the very center of this supposedly fertile, well-watered land, the "black spot" that stood out so starkly from above now left many people sighing in regret.
-and old Basim himself was no exception.
Judging purely by what he sensed, the Meteorite Fragments that had fallen here undoubtedly leaned toward "death" and "darkness" in nature. Otherwise, they would never have drawn this Fourth Tier user with the Shadow Fiend Bloodline here.
But strangely, when Basim arrived after following a scrap of information he had gathered...
This area had clearly been influenced by the fragment, which had almost completely dissolved, and should have become a dead zone. Yet aside from a subtle "aura" in the