A short distance away from the area where Lancet had been dragged off, the forest opened into a wider pocket of shadow and broken roots, a place where the canopy overhead was so dense that even the daylight seemed reluctant to reach the ground.
This was where Kallan and the rest of Elementalist-D were hiding. Kallan stood with a grin on his face, his arms folded loosely as he watched the distant struggle through the broken gaps in the foliage.
Through the dense, humid thicket, they had a perfect vantage point to watch Lancet Leogardt struggling against the massive, iron-hard vines. Lancet's blade, the Radiant Guillotine, flashed with metallic brilliance even in the dim light, hacking furiously at the enchanted flora that had ensnared him.
The vines that had swallowed Lancet's team were not visible from here in full, but the trembling of the nearby brush and the muffled sounds of chopping, shouting, and magical discharge carried clearly enough for him to enjoy the result.
