Asparoukh blasted through the city, weaving among the buildings hoping that he would find something or someone that would explain what that power spike had been. Suddenly, his ears picked up a faint static off to the right. He halted in mid air, and flew over to investigate.
The sound was comming from a dark corner in the city. There were several people gathered around a single metal box, out of which the noise was being emitted. A faint voice was calling for all allies to gather, and that war was imminent. "Hmmmm. . . a war," Asparoukh thought to himself, "It seems to be my destiny that I find myself among wars. Well, I guess I should honor the general's call. I do not want to alienate myself, considering I may be here a while."
"Excuse me," he asked the group of people, "but could someone tell me where the allies are gathering?" The people turned around to look at me with angry expressions, wondering why this stranger was bold enought to take their attention away from the box. Fortunately, my serious countenance at last caused someone to point in a general direction, and then all turned back to the speaking box.
That was enough for Asparoukh. As soon as the direction had been indicated, he shot up into the air in a blur. This time he moved much quicker than before. Higher up and with less air resistance, Asparoukh left the city behind him, flying like a well-aimed arrow, at the direction that the stranger had pointed.