"Five Deimos-Ranked Beasts this early in the Beast Tide doesn't bode well," the Mayor of Whitebridge City, Garth muttered as he rubbed his chin.
"Indeed," a middle-aged Dwarf wearing a peculiar set of armor replied. "But, it is still within the acceptable grounds."
The middle-aged dwarf smiled as he drank a mug of mead, while paying close attention to the battles that were happening outside the city.
Although he was making sure to keep watch on their surroundings to ensure that nothing escaped his eyes, most of his attention was directed towards the Deimos-Ranked Monster, Ivory Killer Warthog, who was now charging towards a Skeleton, who had performed well at the beginning of the Beast Tide.
Two out of the five Deimos-Ranked Monsters that the scouts had sighted were Alpha Monsters. This was bad news for the defenders, but as long as the two Alpha Monsters were defeated, they would be able to handle the rest.