The man examined the stick in his hands with an interesting look in his eyes.
Then he smiled.
"Nature yearns for mastery… a call too overwhelming to ignore."
He sighed and casually swung the fine staff upward. Immediately, everything that was suspended in the air cleaved into perfect twain.
Lucien's face went cold as he saw the trees, sliced apart so cleanly. And fall apart, shaking the ground. It was unbelievable to look at. The sword path was only one, it should have affected only one tree but all the others floating around were affected as well, it was as if the strikes were reflected.
Lucien wanted to ask himself how, but belatedly remembered. This was a game and there were people with bizarre skills. Perhaps, this was becoming too much of a reality for him than he should.
He sighed and tried to calm himself.
Meanwhile Gaya took a step back and got closer to him. She muttered beneath her lips.
"Lord Cien. We need to run."
