The beings he just created had the body of a queen bee and plenty of eyes as many as a spider. Above all, they could travel for a hundred miles and record the journey. A hundred miles, that was their lifespan. Traveling a mile burned a part of their body. Ninety-nine miles meant death.
Elliot believed that his creations, although filled with imperfections, would be able to discover the hiding places of the spirit trees.
For now, though, he could only hope for that to happen and wait for their return.
He gathered many leaves and made a bed out of them. These leaves came from regular trees and didn't have any effects. He plopped down on the bed of leaves. While looking at the partly clear skies, he started whistling.
So many mysteries, when will I clear them all?
The creatures with wings bigger than their bodies buzzed through several trees, searching for the spirit trees. Each of them was covering an area of their own.