Aberon teleported himself a mile in the air, above the palace, to have a good vantage point from which to look and extend his mana perception. But he didn't have to do the latter, as a loud explosion rocked the forest a few miles south, catching his attention.
Turning to face that direction, he saw a plume of fire rise into the sky, followed immediately by large brambles, their trunk the size of a common tree trunk. The way the brambles lashed about, it was clear they were trying to swat something out of the sky.
Aberon smiled as he burst forward in that direction, knowing he had found his quarry.
***
Astaroth, in the meantime, had been playing a game of tag with the brambles striking at him. He was the target, but moved much too fast for the plants to strike him out of the sky.
