Cynthia was quiet.
"We lost thirty warriors in the first week before we understood what was happening," Rock said. "By the time we stopped engaging them directly, we had turned a force of twelve into a force of over three thousand."
The Dwarf King looked at his hands briefly.
"We cannot fight them. We cannot run from them, they do not stop moving. We cannot contain them because no barrier survives contact with numbers like that, they accumulate until the count is sufficient to break through anything."
"Three thousand from twelve," Cynthia said.
"That is what we could observe," Rock said. "The actual number may be higher. They move at night primarily and our ability to accurately track their movements in the dark is limited."
Cynthia looked at both of them.
Rock was holding himself together well, but the tension around his jaw showed the edges of it.
The Dwarf King's amber eyes were not afraid.
