Black Water City's troops had arrived at exactly the right time—so exactly that it was as if they had calculated it beforehand, knowing the giants would launch a surprise attack on the Third Division's base at this very moment.
Estimating the distance from Black Water City to here, along with the speeds of A-class and B-class airships, Qing Chen felt that they probably had not stopped for even a single minute along the way to arrive so promptly.
Fate Weavers!
The Fate Weavers had been watching over the Third Division's fate, so whenever someone wanted to attack the Third Division, they would sense it.
The Fate Weavers' ability was a little too powerful. For example, the prophecies of Forbidden Items like the tissue box could only target people at random, and when a prophecy appeared depended entirely on luck.
Even the giant prophets only sensed the future at random.
But Fate Weavers were different. They could actively choose specific targets and specific directions in which to foresee the future.
One was passively random, while the other actively chose its direction. Their effects were worlds apart.
Qing Chen recalled a particularly incisive insight from the memories of the general whose memories he had seized:
How important was intelligence in war?
The battlefield of modern warfare could span thousands of kilometers in every direction, and both sides would use every possible means to confuse their opponents.
Neither side had unlimited ammunition, unlimited manpower, or unlimited experts. Before a war began, a qualified commander had to lay false trails and make the enemy deploy its strongest forces in the most wasteful places.
If you used an entire ammunition allotment to strike a target and missed—if there were no enemies at that position in the first place—then you had exposed an opening to the