A tendril lashed out at him, as thick as a tree trunk. He twisted mid-air and passed beneath it, landing on the creature's back.
The spore sacs erupted one by one, spewing a mist of spores into the sky.
Aleron ignored the smoke, clawed his way up its spine, and focused his energy into a tight point. When he reached the central eye, he didn't hesitate.
He slammed his palm forward.
A burst of searing starfire erupted from his hand, punching straight through the eye and burning into the core behind it.
The creature convulsed.
It howled, not with sound but through vibration. The entire garden shook with its agony.
Fungal stalks began to collapse. The ground ruptured and boiled. The Blightspawn froze mid-charge, limbs shaking, then fell limp one by one, as if their minds had been severed from their bodies.
Aleron leapt backward from the collapsing creature just as the rot exploded outward in a cloud of green light.
He landed on scorched earth, breathing heavily.
