“Run from the inevitable, young human,” the chief taunted him, not having moved a single step.

He suddenly stopped with a stomp the wooden below his boots, holding his staff forward as he unleashed a large wave of wind to stop the hail of seeds that soared towards him.

There! I can do–he thought.

“Ghh-!” He winced.

His thoughts were interrupted as pain struck throughout his entire body, focusing on his compromised forearm as the roots seemed to dig in violently. It didn’t take more than a moment for him to realize what happened:

It reacted in response to me using magic? What the hell?! He thought.

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