The Scout

In a normal circumstance, Astaroth would have felt less rushed to leave. He knew there was always a military presence in the capital city of Tel'narel.

He had been on the receiving end of it, once, after all. But even if foot soldiers confronted a demon, there was just no way they could stop it.

Even a weak demon was far stronger than simple foot soldiers. And Astaroth just knew the king wouldn't send his strongest troops out until he was in immediate danger.

That was just the type of man the rotten king was.

So he had to make haste and reach the capital, lest he finds only a burnt husk of a city once he arrived. That was why he was using Travelling Roots.

The speed at which he travelled through the roots was incomparable to his running or flying speed. By the time he launched out of a treetop with a sonic boom at the end of his melding time, the city already greeted his sight in the distance.

But he knew he was late.