Mikhailis, Vyrelda, Cerys, and Lira all stared at the massive bear that had stepped onto the road, blocking their path. It wasn't just any bear—the sheer size and the shimmer of its bristling fur gave away that it was no ordinary animal. It was a Bristlewood Bear, an endemic species of the Silvarion Thalor forests. Its bulk loomed almost three meters high, and the eerie, almost supernatural glow that pulsed along its shaggy fur indicated its [Duke] rank magical properties. There was a faint crackle of energy in the air around it, and Mikhailis couldn't help but arch an eyebrow.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
The bear let out a deep, rumbling growl, the air vibrating with its power. The tension in the carriage was palpable. Vyrelda's eyes narrowed as she looked at the beast, her expression hardening. She stepped forward without hesitation, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword.
