In the sky, too many to count flames danced.
No genius was needed to know that they would fall on the Crucible and burn thousands of soldiers.
Malvador also saw it and he nodded in appreciation.
Pablo couldn't care about him and focused only on the solution.
It's someone's Ego. A long range Ego. This does not belong to my soldiers and I don't think Harlia's soldiers have something like this as well. So that only leaves Malvador. Judging by his reaction, he knew about this. Fine.
Pablo raced his mind to find a way to be safe from the approaching fireballs.
"I can extinguish them, Commander." One soldier said.
"No." Pablo refused. "If you extinguish, the next wave will come. We have to nip it from the bud."
"How will we find the bud out of all these soldiers while fighting?" Another soldier asked.
