Damian Sokolowski looked over at the silent men in the cave. Survivors from Elassa's assault on them, as she swept through their lines and to the south. Kassandora had commended Sokolowski on how successful the retreat had been, but he didn't feel it frankly. A retreat was a retreat, no matter how it was framed at the end of the day.
His eyes went down to the report he was about to send. He had finished writing already, but was simply checking for mistakes. Better not to misspell a word when you were writing to a Goddess and all that:
'We have confirmed at least thirty thousand of Fortia's Ground Army have begun to cross the Central Mountain Range. I am activating the Red Trail Contingency.'
