[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Petra’s intuition was right. Unfortunately, she was not in any position to effectively warn anyone, even those in the air with her. That is to say, even if she had, she probably wouldn’t. She did not particularly care what happened to Solomon, and being a voice of warning was not one of her ‘commands’. Still, she was also one of the targets of Asevor’s sun spell. Luckily for her, the spell missed center mass in part because of blur, and she had the forethought to fly away from the sun laser the pinprick foretold. The heat that emanated the blast was intense and though she was able to avoid the initial column of sun magic, parts of her dress was still singed by the heat, and her skin blistered. Not bothered by it, not even able to feel proper pain, Petra looked around, her head swiveling. Asevor disappeared from where Petra had seen him, losing sight as the blinding beam came down. The quickly forming clouds didn’t help. Petra felt a cold chill, moving to descend before the weather worsened.

	Violet remained oblivious to anything other than the Xelthos bird she was occupying, taking to full force of the beam as the sun intensive ray completely engulfed her. The only benefit, if it could be called one, is that she kept the deathly looking humanoid raven with her. Though she could not be touched by physical weapons and structures, she was still susceptible to magical attacks. The intensely focused sun beam all but incinerated her.

	August and Solomon continued to work on breaking open the box. The box was too large to take all the way down without causing too much more structural damage. The beanstalk already had most of its weight supporting one wall, and the ceiling above already started to collapse with the garret. He concentrated on the increasingly constrictive force of the vegetation as he attempted to crack open the box. The walls might be strong, but near omnidirectional force applied on all sides of the box would break the seams eventually. As long as August was there, the risk of further collapse was minimized.

	Solomon looked towards August. While Solomon was a floor down with the box, August remained with the stalk, commanding the vines it sprouted throughout the keep. He noticed the bright thin beam of light poke through the remains of the garret ceiling spearing through August’s position. Solomon uttered a quick word of warning before he himself suddenly vanished within black mist ducking into the surrounding structure. All August could hear was the word of warning, but wasn’t able to do more than attempt to return to the stalk before the beam of concentrated sunlight tore through the remains of the garret though his body. He along with much of the vegetation by his person ignited. What remained of the undead druid collapsed, falling to the floor below, landing next to the box containing the prince. 

	August’s body smoldered as the teeth of his skulled head chattered. Cursing his fortune, August reached with his remaining hand towards nothing in particular. The vines holding the box quickly lost their tension, and gravity took over. Many bits of foliage fells as the multitude of vines were left dangling from whatever perches they were rooted to. The box leveled out, resting on the plant life that once held it suspended. August’s arm fell, and though he lacked proper eyes, it could be said that his closed. With a final burst of mana, the remains of August’s body extinguished as small stems quickly sprouted from his corpse, a multitude of colorful petals blossoming releasing a sweet scent in the otherwise dusty and charred atmosphere. Then with a pulse, the vines and the beanstalk grew several feet at once. It wasn’t enough to reach or capture anything, but it was enough for the roots to dig further the structural integrity of the keep. The entire side of the keep the beanstalk occupied was unstable. And the weight of the been stalk was fully leaning into it. The strong winds picking up outside wasn’t helping either.

	Solomon could feel the loss of both Violet and August. He was saddened by their demise. Violet especially. Though she may have perished once before, she was still a child in many ways. Still, he turned his attention back to the box. It remained entirely intact, the vines doing nothing to crack it open. Not even the apparent door budged, despite the evidence that root work attempted to penetrate its hinges. Solomon lacked much of anything to move it now. For now it was level, and hopefully the Prince would be okay if he stayed inside just a little bit longer.

	Solomon stepped over the roots snaked across the floor, looking for a window. He was able to find one, peaking through one of the bedrooms, through it was overgrown with vines. Solomon was able to push enough out of the way to see the drastic change in the weather. The once bright and sunny morning had turned cloudy as rain and hail fell from the dark clouds above. The signs of a vortex was forming among them as the winds picked up. Solomon wasn’t quite sure how the weather came to be, but he suspected it might have to do with Cedar’s bizarre dance among the current battle.

	Then there was Asevor, low to the ground now, but not for long as that cyclone forming above encapsulated Asevor. He wasn’t the only one to notice as the rest o his allies were nearby as well either recouping or taking advantage of the turn of the weather. Petra had appeared once again with a volley of light. The beams of light magic that she had circle her body flew from their orbits, homing in on Asevor’s position. With the Xelthos bird more or less dealt with, these may have more impact against Asevor himself. Solomon held out a hand towards the enemy wizard. Before he would get too far away, Solomon cast another instance of daggerhold. A test of the wind to see if it was powerful enough to break it. If neither the wind nor any of Asevor’s jewelry broke the spell, the cyclone would would push the sun commanding wizard into what felt like a wall of knives multiple times.