Four kilometers away.
Lin Mo and his companions stood aboard the Flying Boat parked atop a glacial peak, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the distance.
Kael stood silently to his left, his Staff planted on the deck. The gem at its tip flickered faintly as he cast various shields over everyone to reduce the damage from the shock waves.
He then began laying out a Teleportation Array on the ground, making every preparation he could.
Thorin sat on the edge of the boat, his Warhammer resting across his knees, anxiously rubbing the leather cord around its handle and constantly cursing under his breath.
Fendona was also casting spells and applying shields.
Then she gazed into the distance with a worried expression, her hands clasped tightly before her chest.
She worried that they could not win, that her elders would be injured, and about what they would do in the future.
Grom's four hooves stamped restlessly against the deck.
The Sixth Rank Yadis circled beside the Flying Boat, his enormous wings beating slowly.
They were all below the Seventh Order in combat strength.
The main battlefield was beyond their ability to intervene.
A stray shock wave sweeping over them would immediately incapacitate anyone below the Sixth Rank.
They could only stand by on the perimeter, filling any gaps.
But Lin Mo's job went far beyond simply "standing by."
Data flickered frantically across the screen of the Terminal on his right wrist.
Dozens of Observation Drones deployed four kilometers away were scanning the battlefield in real time from multiple angles and across multiple frequency bands.
Shield energy fluctuations, the degree of deformation after an impact, the time it took the ripples to fade, the frequency of Cho'Gath's Mental Power fluctuations, his limbs' reaction speed...
All the raw data was transmitted to the