The numbers alone made their hearts squeeze with pain; this was bound to be utter failure.
Alystren's clenched fist trembled as he took sight of them all, turning his eyes around.
'I'm going to die...'
He lowered his brows, and a dark, broken expression appeared on his face.
Shin was beside him but did not have time to see how the old joker was doing. He was equally as conflicted as Alystren was, after all.
Every single one of them, except Northern's summons, wore an expression of failure on their faces.
Ryan had light concern on his, but the depth of his gaze insinuated that the gravity of the situation had set in.
He, however, in contrast to the rest, had a faint glimmer of hope burning in his cold eyes. He turned to Northern.
"What are we going to do?"
"That's quite an obvious question you ask, boy."
Northern jammed his fists together, taking a few steps closer to the monsters with a mad grin.