" Fuck, this is the forty-seventh. " - Ramiel wheezed while leaning on one of the twin blades stuck into the body of the Furious Hound. Next to the monster lay two other carcasses of disembodied Cull Mimics.
The journey to the border proved to be more challenging than the former hunter had anticipated. He was forced to fight the monsters virtually constantly and strenuously. More often than not, he encountered Furious Hound. They were dogs the size of lions with tentacles growing from their spines and foaming secretions in their mouths, hence their name. Individually, they didn't pose much of a challenge, but groups of four monsters were a whole different tale.
