Nowadays, humans, the special ones amongst them, were fast, faster than sports cars, even faster than the planes of the old era sometimes. Of course the civilian planes, not the cutting edge military ones.
Anyway, the most important point was that as the two teams with unclear identity decided to make their move according to a plan that seemed to be a secret, the vast distance turned insignificant under their feet.
As the region was mountainous, even if filled with big hills rather than true giant mountains, they were forced to move following an arc. And they were about to set foot on the plain where the small group of surviving Garsans were advancing on.
At that moment, the more restless of the two leaders of the Garsan group already had a ferocious expression, one mirrored by a few others who felt the opportunity to vent the despondence they were feeling, to bury the budding despair in their heart.
