Inside that simulation, Rodney was sweating bullets. The trap that had just sprung had hit so close to the palanquin that, a few feet to its left, and it would have swallowed it whole.
That would have been an instant failure.
Even with his senses already on high alert, he hadn't felt the trap until a few seconds before it sprung. This didn't leave him any time to warn his soldiers.
But Rodney knew he wasn't at the end of his troubles. A few moments before the trap had sprung, he had felt the intense glare of a powerful enemy on him.
The timing of the trap hadn't allowed him to pay attention to the direction it had come from, and this made him nervous.
'Where the hell did it come from? How many are there? What are they? What will they target first?'
Questions blazed inside his mind, to which he had no answers.
