Olephia stirred in her sleep and murmured an unintelligible word. The men watching from behind the thick pane of glass noted it down. The commander of Olephia's Prison spoke after reading the notification which just popped up on his screen. "Send word to the Pantheon, we need another recharge."
The message travelled through the air, beamed from Artica to a satellite and back down to Olympiada. It ran through the air, an invisible snake of bits and bytes dancing and swirling across the world in a mere minute. Impossible to see by the naked eye. Its smell shot in all directions, the snake had never been careful and the smell lasted for the blink of an eye.
No one had ever tried to intercept the Pantheon's electronic communications.
But today, five different wolves around Olympiada caught the snake's scent.