[ The tree still crackles when they approach though it has no energy left to attempt to attack them. It's a sad pathetic sputtering of violet sparks as both of them will be able to peer straight into the rot of the tree.
And what a rot it is. A swirling mass of malevolent purple that sits near the heart of the trunk, pulsating as if it were alive. Writhing and whispering in hushed tones as if it were sentient. Ghostly and haunting as anything that can be seen in the graveyards of Wuwang Hill. Lightning crackles along the back of Zhongli's hand as he reaches out.
A white fox youkai with eyes of gold coughs up something purplish black, scrabbling at her throat as it splashes sickeningly against the ground. The white and red robes of the miko are tattered and torn on her frame, streaked with blood and ash. "Filth," she spits out before she falls to her needs, sinking into the miasma and the image fades away.
Oh.
These are memories. Whatever this sickness is, it lies intertwined with the Ley Lines. Zhongli has nothing in his arsenal that can purify this. Nor would he wish to attempt to considering how both fragile and important they are.
He turns to glance at Ajax over his shoulder. ]
This is not something I can heal.
[ The next question goes unspoken (Zhongli not knowing what to think if Ajax answers in the affirmative).
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And what a rot it is. A swirling mass of malevolent purple that sits near the heart of the trunk, pulsating as if it were alive. Writhing and whispering in hushed tones as if it were sentient. Ghostly and haunting as anything that can be seen in the graveyards of Wuwang Hill. Lightning crackles along the back of Zhongli's hand as he reaches out.
A white fox youkai with eyes of gold coughs up something purplish black, scrabbling at her throat as it splashes sickeningly against the ground. The white and red robes of the miko are tattered and torn on her frame, streaked with blood and ash. "Filth," she spits out before she falls to her needs, sinking into the miasma and the image fades away.
Oh.
These are memories. Whatever this sickness is, it lies intertwined with the Ley Lines. Zhongli has nothing in his arsenal that can purify this. Nor would he wish to attempt to considering how both fragile and important they are.
He turns to glance at Ajax over his shoulder. ]
This is not something I can heal.
[ The next question goes unspoken (Zhongli not knowing what to think if Ajax answers in the affirmative).
"Can you?" ]