'Don't touch those blueprints, just see what is on the table,' Rhaegor's voice warns in my mind.
'Do I look like a fool? I know that much—I don't want to become the local ghost myth!' I hiss back at him. For a split second, the memory of the Mudrest village incident flashes behind my eyes, making my skin crawl.
I shake it off and focus on the blueprints. The more I look, the more I realize these guys are way out of their depth. They've managed to copy the physical structure of the Pinaka MLRS, but they have no idea about the payload. These rockets are supposed to carry specialized payloads, advanced propellants, targeting systems... how are they even going to fuel this? And where is the computer?! A Pinaka relies heavily on an advanced, automated computer architecture to calculate firing solutions and hit targets. Without the digital brain, this is just an expensive pile of metal.
Ughhh!!!! I bet this Great Hero from seven centuries ago had an insane System, unlike mine!!
