Bruman's Drive
"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.
The chief bellowed, stroking his silver beard, "Nature's Gift collects the mana of those its seeds are embedded in. That mana is used for its own life essence; growing and becoming more splendid. Of course, using a spell just means you're speeding up the process. It'll drain you until nothing is left; do you know what happens when you reach absolutely no mana?"