"We've gathered half the expected numbers," A regal-looking crane stood in the shadow of a tree. Its eyes directed past the woods and towards the massive camp set up by the humans. Its voice traveled not by air but by aura itself.
"Half, you say…" Loraz muttered, observing the area through his old friend's senses.
"They are moving faster than usual," Syie spoke directly to the divine patriarch's mind.
This invasion was different than the others. For as long as the spies continued to observe the humans and their preparations for the invasion, everything was the same. But the situation changed when the humans actually set out from their cities. And from the looks of things…
