He didn't finish, but his implication was clear.
Just defending ourselves was a struggle, our rescue forces were insufficient, and the risk was extremely high.
Quentin's brow furrowed tightly. He was all too aware of how grim the situation remained.
That they had managed to hold on today was a stroke of luck, and Murphy's timely support had been the decisive factor.
'But what about next time?'
'As for those Great Knights returning from the Otherworld...'
"Lord Melfield," Quentin said gravely as he looked at Murphy, "you are currently... perhaps the only Extraordinary combatant within Blackstone Fortress still in good condition. For our subsequent defensive preparations, I'm afraid we will have to rely on your judgment and experience."
