From the grass border to the east, from the tree line to the north, from the wider plain's edge where the rocks had been standing before the golems rose from them.
Not a single coordinated approach — the convergence pattern of multiple separate groups all oriented toward the same source, the seal's signal having reached whatever range it had reached and set everything in that range moving toward the breaking point.
Lin read the directions and acted accordingly.
The fox had been reading directions since it arrived in this plainfield. The same awareness that had made it growl at the altar before the crack appeared in the soil, the same read that had begun without Damien's direction when the darkness space closed and the first mana beasts broke from the tree line.
The largest group was coming from the north and so the fox north.
