"How do they know where we're going!?"
Back in Rhys's supposed secret mission, he and his supposed elite team were still taking heavy fire—no.
They were not taking heavy fire at all, but each time they moved, it was almost as if the sniper knew where exactly they were going — such a skill could really only mean that the Dregs of Society had a Noble within their ranks; but a Noble joining a terrorist group that primarily supports Lowborns?
Such a thing is unheard of.
"Fuck, damn it!"
Lincoln wanted to shoot out a barrage of Earth bullets so they could at least move from their position, but once again, as soon as he created a hole to see where the arrows were coming from, he immediately got welcomed by an arrow going straight for his eyes.
