3 : Bear, Goes On Rampage | Tested ⚡ |

"Yeah, yeah," Yuna smiled, pulling a dried fish from her infinite bear-subspace pocket. "Episode three is over. Let's go home and find an inn with a decent bathtub."

A massive, mountain-sized grizzly, its fur matted with dark energy, let out a roar that shook the pine needles from the trees. This was the "Rampage" the locals had whispered about. 3 : Bear, Goes on Rampage

She stepped out into the sunlight of Crimonia, her bear-paw boots making a soft thump-thump on the cobblestones. By the time she reached the treeline of the Whispering Woods, the air had turned cold. The usual sounds of birds and rustling leaves were gone, replaced by a heavy, unnatural silence. Then she saw it. "Yeah, yeah," Yuna smiled, pulling a dried fish

Yuna adjusted her bear-themed hood, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the gritty atmosphere of the Crimson Vulture Inn. She had only been in this world for a few days, but the local Adventurer’s Guild had already given her a reputation: the girl in the ridiculous suit who could punch through solid oak. This was the "Rampage" the locals had whispered about

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"Yeah, yeah," Yuna smiled, pulling a dried fish from her infinite bear-subspace pocket. "Episode three is over. Let's go home and find an inn with a decent bathtub."

A massive, mountain-sized grizzly, its fur matted with dark energy, let out a roar that shook the pine needles from the trees. This was the "Rampage" the locals had whispered about.

She stepped out into the sunlight of Crimonia, her bear-paw boots making a soft thump-thump on the cobblestones. By the time she reached the treeline of the Whispering Woods, the air had turned cold. The usual sounds of birds and rustling leaves were gone, replaced by a heavy, unnatural silence. Then she saw it.

Yuna adjusted her bear-themed hood, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the gritty atmosphere of the Crimson Vulture Inn. She had only been in this world for a few days, but the local Adventurer’s Guild had already given her a reputation: the girl in the ridiculous suit who could punch through solid oak.