The bright light in front of Aron's eyes slowly receded, retreating until a patch of greenery filled his vision.
A warm bead rested in his hand, still pulsing faintly.
"Ahhhhhhh…"
Aron dragged out the sound as he kicked the sand in front of him, irritation spilling out with each stomp.
"What the fuck is with me teleporting from place to place without my consent?" he growled, fingers twitching like he was seconds away from tearing his own hair out.
He was about to kick the sand again when something strange caught his attention.
Aron stared at the ground he'd just kicked.
Then he kicked it again.
Not even a second later, the sand snapped back into its original position, as if time itself had rewinded.
He stepped back, eyes widening.
"What the..."
He turned in a slow circle.
Trees towered all around him, lush and vibrant.
He struck one on impulse.
It broke instantly under his strength… only to revert to its pristine state a moment later.
