As the soldiers proceeded with Phoebe's orders, they deftly maneuvered to subtly disperse the remaining flammable oil.
Utilizing the pretext of aiding the injured soldiers, they discreetly coated specific paths, making sure to lead the next wave of Gilaso variants in Theobold's direction.
The troops worked swiftly and quietly, careful to maintain the guise of rescue while executing Phoebe's diversionary tactic.
Phoebe observed the execution of her plan from a distance, her eyes fixed on the discreet yet deliberate actions of her soldiers.
"Hope you enjoy this little present of mine, Theobold." She muttered, still feeling angered for being forced to kill the families of the soldiers who were caught.
As heartless as she could be, those soldiers were loyal to her and had given her quite the intel in the past. Their lives were forfeited, so she was planning on letting their family live a good life afterward.