The lowest channel ended at a ledge overlooking a valley hidden inside the Gate.
Hajin stopped near the edge, letting both Rings continue around his right wrist while Divine Eye adjusted to the distance.
A mountain occupied the far half of the pocket, rising through purple cloud until its summit reached the false sky.
The channel behind him had felt narrow enough to bury with one strike, but the space ahead could have swallowed the eastern mine.
'So much for a burrow,' he thought, moving Divine Eye across the lower slopes while the Chain hung from his right hand.
Purple channels crossed the valley in hundreds of lines, feeding every nest cut beneath the ridges before joining two larger paths.
One path moved between the lower slopes, changing direction whenever another group of monsters entered the shared circulation.
The presence inside it walked on four legs, though its mana outline stood taller than the registry roof whenever it crossed an open ridge.
