The young man gently placed his hand on the trunk of the willow tree, fingers stroking the rough texture of the bark.
At a certain moment, his palm suddenly slid downward, slicing open a long, narrow gash in the tree as if it were a sharp blade.
The willow tree let out a piercing scream, the entire tree trembling violently as leaves rustled down.
From the split in the trunk, many strange creatures with membranous meat wings, about the size of a palm, flew out quickly. Before they could get close to the young man's body, they exploded under the pressure of an invisible force field surrounding him.
A small rain of foul blood and flesh fell under the willow tree, continuing for a good half-minute before finally stopping completely.
The young man lifted the hem of his magic robe, an invisible force spreading out to separate the blood and flesh debris at his feet, and he telekinetically extracted a cluster of things from the hollow core of the willow tree.
