Chapter 501 - We’ll Do it Like We Always Do
"Cedric, how many faeries are left in this tribe?"
Broken asked as Polly flew away from the volcano, the oppressive heat beginning to fade as cooler air greeted them.
"There are about 350 faeries left, Mr. Broken," Cedric replied. He sighed deeply. "If this curse continues, we'll likely all be extinct within the next thirty to fifty years."
Broken glanced at Cedric's and Cecilia's stats, noticing their levels were only 75 and 77. It became clear that, among the faeries, only Tribe Leader Elaine, Knight Commander Morel, and the four Knights held any significant power. Most of the faerie residents were below level 100, with only a small fraction above that.
As they descended back to the ground, preparing for the journey home, the calm atmosphere was suddenly shattered. Four faeries approached from different directions, closing in on them.
"Those are the Knights! What are they doing here?" Cedric exclaimed.