Same familiar moves, same familiar routine.
Moran was once again weaving calmly and effortlessly through the tangle of tree roots, using his old tricks. Only this time, when a tree sprite bent down to give him a fierce slap, he calmly raised a hand and cast a fire magic spell on the foliage.
Countless leaves crackled and burned in the flames, raining down from both sides of his head toward the ground.
Chapter 17