[The sigil - interlocking geometric shapes that mean nothing to her, but maybe will to someone else - seems brighter as do the other ones in the distance and it's greatly worrying. When Ginia's close enough, she drops down.]

Mountains, town nearby. We're in the Near. All the other sigils are glowing too and they're looking shabby. Let's keep going.

[With less cultists getting in her way, it's not hard grabbing a fresh lantern. It's only been minutes after Ginia resumes burning the sigil when a bright light flares from the central point, brighter and brighter and so blinding until it flashes out.

Worryingly, their sigils only look brighter, though unevenly, almost pulsing and flickering beneath their feet.]