Upon noticing Lyrian, the bear struggled to its feet and unleashed a fierce roar, showering him with a blizzard of saliva as he hastily fled the cave. The bear, already aggravated by the painful bite on its neck and the burden of fatigue, seethed with anger and chased after the source of its discomfort—the seemingly insignificant figure that had kicked it.
Lyrian sprinted deeper into the dense forest, leaping over large plants and bushes, and gracefully maneuvering under fallen trees suspended in the air. After a few minutes, he reached a relatively open clearing, but exhaustion gnawed at him. Sleep had eluded him for several nights, and hunger and thirst weighed heavily on his worn-out body.
