The torch illuminated the pitch-black underground cave.
In the crevice acting as a hiding nest, three Horror Mountain Bear cubs, nearly the size of ordinary humans, crowded into a corner, continuously letting out frightened cries. Their underdeveloped, sharp voices echoed in the cave, calling out to a mother who would never return.
The bloodstains on the blades had already been wiped off, but the lingering scent of blood still instinctively forced the cubs to retreat in terror. However, behind them was the rock wall—there was no escape.
In the wavering dim light, the group slowed their steps before the bear's nest.
Olivia silently gazed at the frightened cubs, shrieking desperately before the group.
She was not a sheltered noble heiress untouched by blood. Growing up in the village, she had helped out when the villagers slaughtered pigs or sheep on occasion.
