C191 There Are Still More like Me!

Standing on the ground, Igrel watched as the tiny purple-black bug slowly faded away before him. Scattered around his feet were withered tree roots, which he had spent some time crushing earlier. Within each root, he had discovered a bug gnawing at the core.

"It's no surprise the holy tree is unaffected, yet this area has succumbed to such a state, being invaded slowly from the outside in