Now standing tall, or at least floating like she meant business, Kaya faced the full force of her newly acquired army.
Ten mer-soldiers, one extra in the form of the ever-annoying little lord—eleven in total.
Enough, at least on paper, to make this work.
The problem?
She had no damn idea how to make it work.
She knew the theory. She could recite the science behind underwater frequencies, shark sensitivity, and compressed air systems in her sleep.
But turning that into actual mechanics? Into real traps that buzzed like hornets and irritated sea predators?
That part… was fuzzy.
Really fuzzy.
Kaya rubbed her temple, then dropped her hand and looked straight at them.
"You guys live here," she said bluntly. "You know the terrain. You know what materials are around. You can help me make a vibrating trap, right?"
The words were barely out of her mouth before it happened.
Silence.