She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 369

“Aaaahhh!” Marnie, who had just caught up, screamed and fell backward onto the ground.

“ROAR—!!!”

A deafening roar, filled with primal rage and hunger, erupted from the depths of the hollow like a crack of thunder. The massive sound wave, thick with a foul stench, swept over the area, making the very ground seem to tremble.

The suffocatingly large, brown figure burst from the shadows of the hollow like a demon emerging from the abyss.

It was the adult male brown bear Loyce had warned them about, its eyes bloodshot from starvation. The students who were further away screamed and scrambled back towards the safety line.

The bear’s enormous head was lowered, drool streaming like a waterfall from its white fangs. Its blood-red eyes locked onto the closest target: Cyrilla.

Cyrilla’s scream was trapped in her throat, turning into a silent gasp of terror. The blood drained from her face, and her legs gave out, turning to jelly. She fell in a heap, trying to crawl backward, but her limbs were useless with fear. All she could do was watch in horror as the monstrous beast lunged toward her, casting the shadow of death.

“Help… me…”

*SWISH—*

Just as the starving bear leaped from a moss-covered rock toward Cyrilla, an arrow sliced through the air, flying over her head and sinking deep into the shoulder of the bear’s raised paw.

Struck by the arrow, the bear’s body slammed heavily onto the ground right next to Cyrilla, who was miraculously spared.

Loyce stood a short distance away, lowering her compound bow. “What are you waiting for? Run!” she commanded.

Marnie, witnessing the nightmarish scene, wanted to bolt, but seeing Cyrilla collapsed on the ground, she thought of her family’s business. A surge of unknown courage made her scream and lunge forward, grabbing Cyrilla and pulling her to her feet.

“Let’s go, Cyrilla! Run!”

Her legs still weak, Cyrilla stumbled as Marnie dragged her away, and the two of them scrambled off in a desperate sprint.

Behind them, the intense pain in its shoulder ignited the bear’s most primitive rage. Its crimson eyes locked onto the source of its agony—Loyce, holding the bow.

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