"Mr. Hesse, what do you make of this tree?" Komer suddenly stopped walking and asked, pointing to a lush evergreen tree ten meters away.
Without grasping Komer's intention, Hesse looked in the direction Komer was pointing, "Oh, this is a tree species unique to our Caucasus, Water Teng wood."
"Is it?" Komer's face showed a strange smile as he casually raised his hand and flicked, "Why do I feel it looks more like a piece of charcoal?"
"What?" Hesse's expression changed abruptly. He noticed the peculiar pinching technique in the other's hand was unmistakably a special kind of magic gesture. Before he could react, an anomaly occurred; a purple-black halo had already formed between Komer's fingers, and with a soft "pop," the halo transformed into a bead of light that suddenly shot towards the tree and silently embedded itself within.
