Inside the outpost compound, a flexible silhouette squirmed through several sheets of rusted metal plates resting on the side of the inner wall of the outpost.
This silhouette looked rather timid, its body shaped like a fish and its movements slow and steady.
It was in a danger zone, so it made sense.
'My count is accurate, two dozen sacred beasts and… oh, eight grand ones?'
Guilliman thought to himself.
The day they had been brought here by Cyrus, he used soul pulse to immediately get an accurate number of beasts in the outpost.
It was an overwhelming number; fighting against sacred beasts was much easier now, but by no means was it simple. Even he had to struggle to kill one; now there seemed to be more than two dozen in this place.
"The number increased, for some reason there are more mutant beasts and one more grand," back outside, Guilliman muttered.
This made Cyrus and Victoria frown; it was within expectations but also dreadful information.
