"Hold on to this," Victor said, handing the bag of Noctiluria to Amanda. "Take good care of it. I don't think we'll find any others so easily in this forest."
Amanda took the bag, her fingers shaking slightly. She looked anxiously at Victor.
"Victor, be careful," she said, her voice a barely audible whisper. "I... I believe you."
Victor nodded, a small smile touching his lips. "I'll be back soon," he promised, though he knew that facing the bear would be a more arduous task than he had expected in this forest.
With a decisive movement, he drew his sword; the metal gleaming with a cold, deadly light.
Amanda watched Victor prepare to leave the cave. She wanted to tell him not to go, to beg him to stay hidden, but she remembered how skillfully and courageously he had defeated the wolves. The confidence she felt in him grew, overcoming her fear. She knew that if anyone could take on this beast; it was Victor.
