At the northern end of the valley: the wagon park. Their supplies, their equipment; their lifeline in this alien world. At that moment, the vast majority of their army was flooding towards this Anakim force. They had responded mindlessly, like a pack of dogs, to this simple threat, and had left the irreplaceable undefended. Bellamus had no proof, but it suddenly seemed glaringly obvious. “And we’ll be too bloody late,” he said bitterly.
