The atmosphere became solemn the moment the question surfaced. The members of the Purple Hyacinth held their breath. Even the wind seemed to hesitate.
The Flaming Saber Tiger was still out there, lurking.
After all, it's easy to be a thief for a thousand days, but it's hard to guard against a thief for a thousand days.
Everyone was now on edge, nerves drawn tight like bowstrings. But this tension wouldn't last. Fatigue would settle in. Alertness would be dull.
If the Flaming Saber Tiger launched another attack at that moment… it could spell disaster.
"Draw the snake out of its hole."
Freya's voice was quiet, but each word was heavy.
"Advanced magical beasts usually have a strong sense of revenge. After suffering a heavy loss at our hands, that Flaming Saber Tiger definitely won't let it go easily."
"We'll feign weakness. Give it something tempting to strike. When it takes the bait—we strike back."
Everyone listened intently as Freya laid out the plan again.
