He did not move immediately; instead, he instinctively lowered his center of gravity, his Spiritual Power rapidly spreading out like a fine web, his right hand forming a loose hold. Several strands of dark golden sand noiselessly slipped from his sleeve, floating at his fingertips, ready for command.
The battle-hardened habits from countless confrontations wouldn't slacken due to teleportation dizziness; in any unfamiliar environment, the first few seconds after landing are often the most perilous.
The light in the dense forest was very dim, the layered canopy overhead fragmented the daylight into shards, leaving only a few specks of mottled pale golden light to fall upon the thick layer of humus.
The air was saturated with the rich aroma of vegetation and the scent of moist soil, along with a faint, elusive sweetness akin to honey mixed with caramel.
