The moment those words were spoken, the entire scene fell silent.
Amiya's smile froze halfway across her face, and everyone's astonished gazes turned toward them.
"Isn't that right?"
Ash looked somewhat puzzled.
"Amiya, how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
Amiya answered honestly. She had no idea that those few short words had left two seasoned FBI agents and counterterrorism operators who had seen all manner of major incidents too stunned to speak.
The small interruption quickly passed, and everyone soon turned their attention to cooperation.
Though they had come under orders to provide protection, the woman named Dobermann requested that Squad Two not stay too close to Rhodes Island. They could only provide long-range protection.
Ash readily agreed to the condition. Its impact on them was practically negligible. After all, the greatest advantages of rifles were their long range, high power, and automatic fire.
Although being unable to provide close protection would still affect them somewhat, it was not too serious a problem.
After regrouping among the ruins for a while, they prepared to set out.
Dobermann felt that casually accepting several suspicious guards was clearly unwise, but the situation was too tense at the moment.
Compared to the scale of the entire battlefield, Rhodes Island had deployed far too few people. One careless mistake could cost them their lives for nothing.
Beyond the ruins lay a desolate landscape.
Still, that was normal enough. The entire city had fallen into endless warfare; even if it were a living hell outside, it would hardly seem unusual.
"Are you from Laterano?"
As they moved forward, Amiya looked at Ash curiously.
It was no wonder she associated them with Laterano. While Sankta were easy to identify, Laterano was not home to only one race. There were also Liberi.
Almost everyone there carried guns.
Moreover,