Bellamy sniffed the lines of berry powder, the fine crimson dust dancing into his nostrils and sending a deep tremor through his body.
He could feel it almost instantly. The berry powder, transformed into energy, expanding outward like ripples in a lake, infusing his blood, nerves, and muscles with the fuel needed for Druidic magic.
The Albion soldiers fight with the power of the blood of the enemies. The barbarians fight with the power of the berries of their precious trees.
A low buzz settled in the back of his head, not unlike the hum of anticipation before a storm. He'd heard of plants that could induce this feeling but he was sure there was nothing quite like the power of berry powder coursing through the body.
He clenched his fists and rolled his shoulders. The strength radiating through every inch of his body was overwhelming. Each inch of him had been saturated with energy over the last few months, preparing for this moment.