It meant that they were now on their own. 'I think it may think it is too late to call us back now since we are sinking fast into this mess.'
Their survival now relied on whether or not they could beat the armies of gragas making their way there.
'I should have stockpiled more weapons and ammo…' Maybe what she brought would not be enough.
"Sadly, yes. We are surrounded and they can overrun us with numbers. Our hope is to turn this fortress into a meat grinder and make them pay for every centimeter taken." Alma spoke emotionless like an automaton.
Their words rang true in everyone present in the room. They knew they could not win the battle without turning into a massive, drag-out grinder to thin the horde of gragas. At least they had a fortress.
