But things are far from straightforward. Limon soon realized that the dark magic, which initially seemed to have a discernible pattern of flow, would become a chaotic mess upon reaching specific areas. Instead of continuing in a single direction as expected, it would splinter off and disperse in all directions.
It was as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him. Limon, following the erratic path of the diverted dark magic, found himself repeatedly hitting dead ends. Sometimes he would stumble into zones where the dark magic flowed with an odd smoothness, only to have it abruptly cease and vanish into the ground moments later.
The dead wood forest, with its perpetual gloom, held secrets that the chip in Limon's possession could only partially unveil. While it allowed him to perceive the general flow of dark magic, the more nuanced and intricate details remained hidden from his sight.