Hye shared his hard-won experience with his friends and generals, turning a potential slaughter into a coordinated repositioning. Five hours had passed since the first shot was fired, five hours of grinding attrition. Hye decided it was time to close the trap.
[Moth, activate the defensive net now!] Hye messaged, a predatory grin forming. [It's time to roast these motherfckers!]
The silence that followed was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Then, a reply flickered that made Hye's blood run cold.
[Give me an hour!]
Hye stared at the words, unable to process the sheer absurdity of the statement. [An hour? What do you mean, an hour? Don't tell me you lost the defensive centres already!]
