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It was already a lot of keep track of, forty or so cubes in orbit around him, all carrying deadly monsters inside them. And there were still more waiting down below, not to mention all the ones who were attacking his companions.

He stayed up in the air on a small, hovering platform. It was a bit precarious, but the wind wasn't disrupting his balance. The Scarf informed him that the wind was breaking on the enormous cluster of moving cubes around him.

Unfortunately, that cluster was also reducing the Scarf's range. The chaotic swirls of air around weren't blocking his sense completely, but they were definitely having a deleterious effect on the Scarf's ability to detect things farther away. Hector had to move northward before Chort's location disappeared from his mind.

And there was another problem, wasn't there? If he descended back down into the forest again, the orbit of his cubes would undoubtedly be obstructed by the sheer density of the foliage. It hadn't been so bad when it was only a few cubes in orbit, but now he required quite a bit of space to move around.

The spawn down below were transforming, Hector sensed. More and more of them were growing wings, and he figured that he would soon have company up here.

Hmm.

He decided to head toward Chort. The spawn would give chase, and he could deal with them on the way. It was actually better if they attacked him in the air, he thought, since it meant that he wouldn't have to deal with the forest.

But he was expecting a new tactic from them, too. They'd been adapting nonstop to the fight, both physically and strategically, so he doubted that dealing with the next wave of them was going to be as simple as the first.

And indeed, he was soon proven right.