If he could’ve concentrated, he probably could have counted every blade of grass then sorted them by shade of green, and then counted every leaf on every tree.
Then, he felt as if all of his muscles were about to be ripped apart. He could feel the wind becoming more and more violent, ripping the leaves from their branches and hitting him, feeling like shards of ice as they whipped across his face.
He let out a great cry as darts of mist flew out of the tips of his fingers towards the old man. With his newly sharpened vision, Mathias could see the old man’s facial muscles twitch, as if hinting at a smile about to form.

The man raised his left arm and moved it to the left quickly while speaking another of the words of the strange language which he had heard earlier: “Direcozenaâ€?.
The darts then quickly shifted direction and flew into some nearby trees, piercing them and hitting rocks next to the river, causing them to explode and sending rock shards flying.

The wind stopped. Everything was quiet.