This was like trying to hit a dozen birds with one stone. One stone, the name of which was Zeke. And all the "birds" moved in different directions, getting farther and farther away from each other with every minute.
After the first hour, and the first couple of killed Ascended, I suggested staying behind somewhere to not slow him down. Zeke refused.
"What if I have to move too far to keep connected with you? What if the hunt leaves me too distracted to protect you from danger? No, my Maya, you won't leave my sight. My physical sight."
And this was it. At least, I didn't have to do anything to help besides simply being. As Zeke explained, the mere presence of a Lock like me strengthened magical beings like him.
