Hamon donned a clear grimace as he stood at the head of the large war table. He ran the calculations multiple times but each time the result was less than fortuitous.
Reaching the fourth day alone with their current forces and the estimated increase in enemies seemed almost impossible. Hamon had been present in over half a dozen monster stampedes and was in charge of the last two not including this one yet never before had the situation been so dire.
Their supplies which had been horded well in advance for a predicted hard stampede were pretty much gone, Frost's gift was but a drop in the ocean. Sure, their smiths were hard at work pumping out new ammunition, equipment and salves out of the innumerable corpses being supplied to them, but such work took time, and they were using them up far faster than they could make them even with their sparing measures.