Nine kilometers became eight in twelve minutes.
Kael watched it through the World Threat Response — the Seeker's approach steady, unhurried, the particular quality of something that had found what it was looking for and saw no reason to rush now that finding was done.
"Formation," he said quietly.
The Commander organized without instruction — the five-minion configuration spreading into the defensive arrangement it had been using since the Greymaw, the wraiths ascending, Daren and Thresh bracketing Kael's position. Maren moved to his right. The Warden's Boundary Sense reached northeast and pressed against the Seeker's signature and came back with the quality of something that had encountered this before and was reassessing.
"It's not like the Ironhaven Traveler," Maren said.
