"How many Faebeasts are there in this place, Cedric?" Broken asked, still keeping his eyes on the massive wolf in front of him.
The beast snarled, molten magma dripping from its maw, as it swiped a massive paw toward him. Broken instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws that raked the air with a wild, aggressive swing.
"There are around seventy-nine, Mr. Broken," Cedric answered. "Some of our friends managed to escape Moonlight Land, but sadly, many perished outside—either killed by adventurers or defeated by other monsters."
Broken frowned, still watching the beast, but his thoughts began to turn. "How did they manage to escape from here?" he asked, glancing back at Cedric.