Olana didn't need to ask to know this was the handiwork of his Soulers and Reapers. As she zoomed out the tactical map, her suspicions were confirmed by the thousands of tiny black dots that began to appear like a viral infection across the battlefield.
She didn't know exactly when he had executed the deployment, but she was certain now that his warriors had lain in wait, shrouded in silence and shadow.
They hadn't acted with their usual savage aggression; instead, they had picked the exact microsecond of peak engagement to move. Their interference had a devastatingly powerful effect that fundamentally broke the ongoing battle.
Hye's warriors didn't differentiate between the two sides. He wasn't there to play the hero and support the world owners, nor was he there to simply snatch the planet from the invaders. He was there to fish in the muddied waters, reaping a harvest while everyone else was distracted by the fight for survival.
