Aren sensed the presence before it even registered on his shadow sense.
He felt it the way you felt a change in weather, something in the air shifting, pressure building at the edges of his awareness, familiar in a way that made his steps slow without him consciously deciding to slow them. He looked up through the marks on his face, eyes cutting through the distance of the city street ahead.
Legion.
He stood far off, motionless, a massive sword across his back, his gaze already locked onto Aren like he had been watching him for some time before Aren noticed. The city noise seemed to fall away around him, the distant shouts and movement of guards and awakened fading into something muted and irrelevant.
Legion began walking.
