"Now, it's time to talk about the real issue. Let me brief you about the beasts," the mayor's face turned serious as everyone reclined back in their chairs after the meal.
"How did defending against the first wave go? Were there many casualties?" Miles asked.
"The first wave is the weakest, it consisted of the lowest-ranked beasts in the forest. We don't know what agitated the beasts and made them rush outside; normally only seventh-rank beings can make them react like that, but there should not be any in this forest."
The sect kept an open eye on the forests in its vicinity to make sure nothing like that happens. When a beast got close to the seventh rank and throw off the balance of the forest, they'd either slay it, cripple it, or move it to a stronger forest where there are other beings in the same strength.