About a kilometer away from Wild Hunt and the others.
Akame carefully concealed her presence. Beside her was a pair of special gloves that offered almost no protection to the wearer.
Near-transparent threads extended from the fingertips, one thread connected to each of the five fingers.
"Ever since a moment ago, Wild Hunt has slowed down. It looks like they've already realized this is an ambush."
Lubbock opened his eyes and looked at Akame beside him.
Akame said, "That was expected. They aren't fools; there's no way they wouldn't see through such an obvious trap. Rather, the fact that they still dared to walk into such an obvious trap—are they absolutely confident in their own strength?"
Judging from the intelligence they had so far, Night Raid seemed to be at a disadvantage.
By now, Night Raid's Imperial Arms users had all been exposed, and Night Raid's combat strength had suffered considerable losses.
Yet they knew nothing about what sort of Imperial Arms Wild Hunt's users possessed.
They could only judge the abilities they might have based on the appearance of their Imperial Arms.
But the problem was that analyzing abilities based solely on appearance could very easily lead to the wrong conclusion, and one careless mistake could even get them killed.
After all, it was truly difficult to tell what abilities something possessed just by looking at its appearance.
Sometimes, an Imperial Arm's true ability had absolutely nothing to do with what you had guessed.
But that did not mean they had no chance of winning.
In Akame's view, it did not matter what kind of Imperial Arms the enemy possessed. She only needed to bring everything she had learned in the past to bear.
Well, except for those two monsters, Lilith and Esdeath.
"How far away are they now?"