As the truck drove them to the frontlines, Logan's ears perked up as he overheard the conversation of a mercenary beside him.
''It really is weird, isn't it?'' he said, shaking his head. ''Sometimes they siege the city five nights in a row, and sometimes there are days without another attack.''
A muscular man beside him shrugged.
''Who knows,'' he responded. ''It doesn't matter much anyway.''
''They keep coming, more money for us.''
The other man laughed, patting him on the back.
''That's right,'' he repeated several times, ignoring the uncomfortable gazes from the other mercenaries in the truck.
Logan wasn't focused on their laughter though. His interest was piqued by the first thing they said.
'Sometimes five nights in a row… sometimes nothing.' He got quiet. 'That does not sound like a coincidence.'
The sea creatures aren't meant to be highly intelligent, not even at higher ranks.
