A series of dull, successive thuds came out of the box in Camila's hand.
'Wait, don't tell me…'
"I've sent out smoke. They are trying to surround you. Retreat now."
Leo's voice sounded on the radio, coming out extremely cold and indifferent.
'Shit…'
Raising her eyes, Camila looked at Hellen, hesitating for just a second.
"Leo, stop!" Camila shouted.
He moved too fast.
Sure, the rebelling nobles were surrounding them already, but…
She saw it.
For how great of a warrior and kind of a soul that Hellen was, she never stopped her emotions from appearing on her face.
And right now, Camila could see the depth of hope that flashed through the old woman's eyes.
"Her troops!" Camila shouted, before watering her throat with a gulp of her saliva, "They are still back…"
'Back in the rebel army.'
"Tough luck. Whoever you are talking to shouldn't have brought them to a march of rebels."
