Elassa watched more black dots in blue sky pass over her army. Too fast and too high to bring down, she could probably give chase and catch one, but the chance of being lured into a trap was something she was not willing to risk.
They weren't doing anything aggressive anyway, instead Fortia said they were simply scouts. They would fly over roughly ever two hours, make a circle around her and then fly back south to report.
Damian Sokolowski peeked out from behind a rock, binoculars close to his eyes as he lay close to the with his command team. They had managed to pull three quarters of First Division back into the cover of the mountains already, a tenth was still retreating, and the rest had been left as a rearguard. It was a suicide mission, of course, but the sorcerers had only given an hour of advance warning.
