The earth trembled.
High above the forest canopy, golden eagle scouts circled in tense silence, their sharp eyes tracking a moving tide of fur and muscle. Below, the trees shuddered and parted as massive forms lumbered through—the bears had arrived.
They weren't just big.
They were colossal.
Each one stood as tall as a war elephant, fur rippling like waves of dark moss over muscle-packed frames. With every step, the ground moaned beneath their weight. Branches cracked. Roots snapped. The forest yielded to their presence.
Then came the threshold.
As the first of the monstrous bears crossed into the goblin territory, all hell broke loose.
From the dense underbrush, Lumberling, Skarn, Aren, Takkar, and Vakk exploded forward like shadows from a nightmare. Their weapons gleamed in the morning light, and they struck with precision honed by survival.
Boom.
