"Avalon, Vermonth, Caesaveryth, and Greystone are still holding up. There are signs of movement as well as faint human mana signatures. There have also been fires burning at night. It is faint, but it is there nonetheless." Gilead said.
Cain frowned, "How do you know it's humans? What if the Devils are trying to lure us in?"
Gilead shrugged, "If they wanted to do that, there are way more efficient methods. Don't you think?"
Cain sighed, "I guess you are right. I guess that doesn't leave out much options, does it?"
Gilead shook his head.
Cain's gaze stayed on the canvas. His voice came low.
"Which one's in the worst shape?"
Gilead took a moment, then tapped a dot near the southeastern ridge of Aderra.
