Chapter 117 The Rising Death Toll

The air in Ashwood was heavy with a sense of dread as the death toll began to rise. It wasn’t long before the cause of the increasing fatalities became glaringly evident. The Phoenix Beast, with its relentless fury and the havoc it wrought, was taking its toll on our community. The once bustling and vibrant streets of Ashwood were now marked by an eerie silence, punctuated by the sorrowful sounds of mourning and the somber undertones of urgent discussions about our dire situation. In the early morning hours, the pack gathered in the main hall of our newly rebuilt fortress. The mood was grim, and the faces of those assembled were etched with worry and fatigue. Noah, Mason, and several other key members of the pack stood at the front, their expressions a reflection of the weight they carried. “We have lost too many,” Noah began, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow. “The Phoenix Beast is responsible for these deaths. Its attacks have been brutal and merciless. We need to take i