"We have a situation." One of Fortia's Guardians came before his Goddess. A man in a simple shirt, she wasn't so tyrannical as to make them wear the heavy bronze-gold plate when they were mere radio operators.
"What is it?" Fortia asked.
"Look at these images." He spilled his folder out onto the table. It was satellite photos of the Kirinyaan jungle, the one just south of the Central Mountain range. "Let me arrange them, we are taking pictures every few minutes."
Fortia saw the man arrange the photos, they were all dark, but there was a pattern. "Here." The man said, he pointed to the furthest one on the left. "At night, we caught lights. Analysis suggests it campfires." He moved his hand over to the next one. "And here again, campfires for cooking. They crossed some forty kilometres over the span of a day." He extended his finger to each one. "And the pattern sticks, there's been a slow recently, but we were looking at forty a day, now they're close to Kassandora's main base."
