The mist spread, wrapping the entire valley entrance in a grayish-white dream.
Louis, standing on the hill, pulled his cloak tightly, watching the cold mist rise slowly ahead: "The mist is thick enough, start releasing the aroma."
"Yes!" A knight quickly uncovered the stew pot.
A wave of fragrant steam drifted out, carrying the scent of animal fat and meat bones, dispersing in the cold mist.
This wasn't an ordinary aroma; it was a specially concocted stew designed to entice beasts through their sense of smell.
According to Hillco and the others' previous experiments, as long as they smelled the aroma, the bears couldn't help but approach.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before heavy footsteps sounded from the distant forest.
"Here they come." Lambert gripped his weapon tightly, eyes wary.
Amidst the swirling mist, the first to poke their heads out were a few round little creatures, the cubs of the double-headed bears.
