Third Person's POV
The area was secluded and hidden under a tangle of brambles and leafy overgrowth.
Without hesitation, he slipped into the foliage and disappeared into the natural concealment.
A thin veil of dark mana expanded over his skin, like an invisible cloak, and faintly hummed with corrosive energy.
The moment it spread, the bugs and tiny crawling creatures near his path shriveled and withered, and their forms hissed into dust as if scorched by acid.
After sweeping the pit of creeping pests and damp decay, Ethan retrieved a thick mat from his spatial ring and laid it over the dirt.
He sat down cross-legged and let his breath slow as he felt the cold stillness of the underground nook settle over him.
The air was heavy, close, and tinged with the scent of soil and the faint copper tang of his own mana.
