The Ironveil marched at dawn, and at the same moment, two hundred soldiers moved in rows while three commanders positioned themselves at the center and rear.
Their banners were held high in the grey morning light.
Alistair watched from a low rise east of the route, and his scan tracked the formation's approach while correcting for the offset automatically.
The Ironveil had been watching Sun Harvest's visibility grow since the Sovereign Record coverage, and they had clearly decided to move before the faction grew any larger.
The morning air was cold. It bit at the exposed skin of his neck as he waited.
It was a reasonable calculation, and Alistair could respect the logic of it even as he watched it fail.
Due and Elara had been in position since before dawn.
Due was on the ridgeline above the route the Ironveil's formation had to take, and at the same time, his hands worked at their settling gestures as he mapped the obligations accumulated across this stretch of territory.
