The power I felt emanating from him was immense, so vast and pure that it was overwhelming. Every cell in my body screamed that any false move would be a death sentence for me.
I swallowed hard and, holding my breath, slowly lowered my gaze so as not to appear threatening. My hands were trembling slightly, cold and sweaty, but I didn't care, fuelled by sheer willpower. I forced myself to remain motionless, like a rock in the middle of the sea, praying that he wouldn't see me.
The spirit continued walking with firm but silent steps full of energy, calmly crossing between the trees. No sound came from his footsteps, and as he moved, the plants seemed to react to his presence: the leaves leaned towards him, the flowers opened as if they worshipped him, and even the manna in the air swirled gently around his body.
"What the hell..." I muttered.
