They outnumbered his people roughly fifty to one. Even if most were weaker than the entrants, numbers of that magnitude couldn't be understated. Their mana reserves would run dry long before they cut through everyone.
He landed beside Maya, who took one look at his face before glancing toward the advancing force.
"How many?"
"Ten thousand."
For a moment, neither said anything. Across the fortifications, the others were reaching the same conclusion without needing an exact count. The enemy's ranks stretched far beyond the narrow pathways they had prepared, an imposing sea of weapons and gathering mana.
"Everyone to your positions," Althea called.
The order broke the silence. She would be in charge of instructing their small army. As someone who had been educated in the art of war, there was no one more suited for this role.
