Souta stared intently at the Third Prince's group. His eyes were adjusting every second, letting him see everything.
After a few moments, he sighed and patted Leilus' shoulders.
"Is there something?" Leilus asked.
"I'm sure of it. That guy is our target. His whole group is our target, so ask Drami, Marcus, and Paolo to prepare." Souta said while looking at the commotion. He stretched out his hand at Leilus. "Here,"
Leilus looked at his hand and saw strings of webs. "What's this?"
"Your weapons and armor are connected to the end of it. So simply pull it, and all the equipment of your squadron will arrive at your location." Souta explained. "Call them immediately; I'll confront them, and you will provide me support."
"Wait? What?"
