Hunting was once a traditional pastime for the nobility. For centuries, this game had continued to attract new elites from various countries, one after another, as they experienced the thrill of life-and-death battles against ferocious beasts.
Adrian Desmond was one such enthusiast who had traveled to the forests of Soilliers and the grasslands of Goldland to hunt. This room was filled with his "trophies."
Lions, rhinoceroses, leopards, bears, and goshawks with wingspans of over three meters. These taxidermy specimens looked incredibly lifelike.
"Dylan, over here."
Curly grabbed Dylan's hand and led him to a giant, standing black bear with outstretched claws. The enormous bear, over three meters tall, resembled a small hill.
"We'll hide in the car; they won't find us there."
She instructed Dylan to crawl into the bear's belly.
"Brother, you should find a place to hide too."
"You don't need to worry about me; just make sure you're well-hidden."
