The Observer's density reading sharpened as he walked.
What had been a general directional pull since the chamber, the sense of richer content somewhere ahead, resolved over the course of the day into specific signatures the sub-class could parse individually. Not one large concentration. Several, distributed across the landscape ahead in a pattern that took shape as he closed the distance.
He stopped to study the pattern before committing to a path through it.
Seven distinct points. Each one registering as a formation or entity with a Law-composition substantially above developed depth, the gap between his current stage and theirs wide enough that the Observer could not fully resolve their internal structure at this distance. He could tell they were significant. He could not yet tell what they were.
"Seven," Lei Bao said. "That is not a comforting number for things we cannot read clearly."
