Under the gaze of the Void Spiritual Eyes, the dry well and the ancient tree suddenly changed their appearance...
A viscous, slowly writhing patch of dark red, like half-congealed blood mixed with mud, was thickly plastered over the ground for several yards around the well's mouth, even 'crawling' a short way up the trunk of the old tree.
The withered tree's trunk and branches, in the vision of the Spiritual Eyes, were not wood at all!
...Instead, they were formed from sections of grayish-white mist, entwined, knotted, and tearing at each other!
Within the mist, one could faintly discern the outlines of hideously contorted human faces, their mouths agape in silent screams.
Wisps of a foul, black miasma seeped from the mouths, noses, and eye sockets of those faces, mixing with the gore on the ground and evaporating into a nauseating mist that reeked of rust and rotting flesh!
