She let out a long, highly dissatisfied sigh, tying her hair up into a tight, aggressive bun. "I hate relying on your shop. Every single item looks flashy but has a dozen hidden conditions. No. Close the screen. We are doing this the old-fashioned, brutal way."
[But Host, the Regressor is coming in less than an hour! We don't have time to build a massive, complex mechanical trap!]
"Who said anything about complex?" Heena muttered, her eyes narrowing as she looked back at the empty, massive hall. "The best traps aren't the ones that try to fight the enemy. The best traps are the ones that use the enemy's own arrogance against them.
Heena snapped her attention back to the battalion commander, who was still waiting like an immovable statue of black iron.
