Chapter 355. The Destructed World (2)
Boom!
"Damn it," Caron muttered as he slid Guillotine back into its sheath and let out a long sigh.
He'd poured every ounce of Void's power into the blade, but the barrier refused to yield.
Gratia, now in her humanoid form, placed her hand upon the shimmering veil and shook her head with a quiet sigh. She said, "Don't waste your strength, O oath-bearer."
"The power of the Void has seeped into the veil," Caron replied grimly. "That's... the worst possible outcome."
He'd considered this scenario before—the expedition's strategy had even included contingencies for when supply lines were cut off. But it was one thing to prepare for such an event and another to face it for real.
In war, losing supplies was fatal. Without them, no war could continue. Food for the soldiers, healing potions and medicine, ammunition and weapons—all of it was essential.
And since they'd just fought a massive battle, their stores of combat supplies were already severely depleted.
"According to the commander's report, we have enough provisions to last one month," Zerath reported.
Caron clicked his tongue and nodded, then said, "That's... better than I expected."
"It's only because we entered the Realm of Void not too long ago," Zerath explained.
"And our battle supplies?" Caron asked.