He looked at every single one of them with absolute accuracy, the hidden men felt like their very skin was being peeled off, one by one, as painfully as possible.
If they had any doubts before—
Now, it was obvious.
He knew.
The Flying Man knew.
He knew they were here, he knew exactly where they were all along.
The worst part?
He knew and he still came.
And he was still smiling.
It was… terrifying.
For a good moment, the members of the 'hunting party' were frozen stiff, until…
The Stormcaller Chief, the leader of this Mission, a lean man with Storm Tattoos crawling up his throat, gritted his teeth in anger and raised two fingers.
The command was to wait.
But the Hunt was still possible.
Even if the enemy knew, he was only here with fifty Cindersteps, they outnumbered them, they outpowered them—
They wouldn't lose.
They could not possibly lose.
But then—
"To everyone hiding."
