They had no shortage of supplies. Food and equipment were plentiful. The logs and rolling stones were gone, but a few barrels of oil remained.
Femi insisted they bring them. Once they began the Breakout, they would lose their terrain advantage, and fire oil would be their only weapon capable of striking a wide area besides the mages.
"Why don't we stay here and wait for reinforcements?" Ah Aloma cut in. She thought rushing out now was too risky.
Femi looked away from the rock wall, where muffled digging sounds could be heard. "What if there are no reinforcements?"
"How could there not be..."
Flashes had lit up the Northern Great Wall without pause since last night. The two empires had no attention to spare for Hell Mountain, even with Lord Annan pressing them.
"I agree," Belial said, stepping forward. "Without the Portal, we won't last much longer. The Graypeak Mountains are packed with Ratfolk. They could bury us with sheer numbers... The Breakout is our only way."
A day or two earlier, the Auxiliary Legion might have objected to Femi's decision. Some might even have privately called him a coward. But after facing that endless Rat Tide, all their notions had burst like bubbles.
Even if you killed a hundred Ratfolk, or a thousand... what difference did taking a basin of water from the sea make to the whole ocean?
Some Warriors had even developed battle trauma. They couldn't rest; the moment they fell asleep, they woke with a start, dreaming of vicious Ratfolk lunging at them.
"Then why didn't we begin the Breakout sooner?" Ah Aloma asked, holding the Magic Stone.
"The Warriors needed rest, and the basement could hold a while longer."
Femi looked at Ah Aloma—or rather, at the Magic Stone in her arms. "Most importantly,