Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

At this moment, more than four hundred meters below the surface of the mine shaft.

Naya had gone through considerable trouble to find this place, and before that, an unexpected blizzard on White Bear Mountain had delayed her for quite some time. The energy emanating from the Golden Deer Antlers swirled around her like threads, acting as a warm shield to help her resist the biting cold. Boiling steam churned around her like dragons, its intense heat like a lightsaber, easily melting the rock-solid ice and creating a temporary tunnel.

The ever-shining golden antlers seemed to be telling her that what she was searching for was just around the corner, separated only by this ancient glacier.

"I want to know what exactly happened after that earth-shattering war," Naya thought to herself. Ever since her grandfather forcibly took her away from the tribe, she had completely lost contact with the outside world and knew nothing about the aftermath of that war.

What worries Naya even more is that, to this day, there is still no news about her sister's life or death. Although her grandfather always emphasizes that Naling has committed an unforgivable crime, his favoritism towards Naling is obvious, a fact that Naya is well aware of.

Today, Naling seems to have gradually faded from people's sight, hidden deep within Naya's memory. Whenever the night is quiet and she tries to recall her sister, her image begins to blur, as if she is silently disappearing from her memories, as if she were meant to leave this world. However, deep down, Naya firmly believes that her sister would not have left this world so easily; she must still be alive, only… perhaps she has chosen to hide her whereabouts for some reason.

Just as his thoughts drifted, the raging flames reappeared before his eyes, burning relentlessly. The slender figure who had stood guard against the invaders now appeared so small and alone. Naling, like a valiant knight, sat firmly astride the stag's back, wielding a sharp lance, his figure dashing and awe-inspiring…

The energy around Naya dimmed, and as the water vapor dissipated, a broken stone wall appeared before her. She drew the dagger from her waist, shattered the remaining ice, and entered an underground cavity. Carefully stepping into this ancient place, she was enveloped in an old, decaying aura. Looking around, she discovered that the walls were covered with dark red totems and inscriptions.

That's the language of the Deer Clan.

Somewhat disbelieving, she trembled as she approached the stone wall, examining the neatly crafted symbols of the deer tribe, trying to decipher their hidden meaning. Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed against Naya's cheek, carrying with it a faint sound. She held her breath, straining her ears to listen intently to the whispers in the wind. The sound, plaintive and plaintive, gradually became clearer, like an old man who had witnessed many hardships, slowly recounting a long-forgotten past.

How can there be wind?

Is the answer she's been searching for really here? Naya didn't know whether to be excited or terrified.

On the cracked bluestone floor, a huge deer pattern, faintly visible, points towards the steps opposite the wall. Above the steps is an entrance resembling a grand hall. On either side of the wide structure are carved the divine beasts—deer—that the deer tribe has always worshipped.

She mustered her courage and stepped forward. A rectangular stone block, cut out of the wall, protruded from the entrance, its red handprint seemingly enticing Naya to press it down. She stretched out her palm, pressed the stone back into its groove, and then jumped back in surprise. The old stone door creaked open before her. Naya peered inside, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

"Is anyone there?" Her ethereal voice echoed through the hall, but one thing was certain: no one responded.

Naya then panicked at her thoughtless action. How could there possibly be any living creature inside an ancient building that had been buried under a glacier for hundreds of years?

The interior of the hall was decorated with a completely incomprehensible, distorted exterior, as if leading her before incomprehensible human architecture. Naya walked through the winding, cocoon-like corridor. Each step felt like searching for traces of an ancient secret, placing her within the fossil remains of a giant mollusk or crustacean. The further she walked, the more convinced she became that this might have once been a sacred temple meticulously built by an ancestor for their people for sacrificial purposes. However, this primitive architectural style evoked an indescribable sense of strangeness, accompanied by a vague unease and a feeling of alienation.

What truly terrified Naya was that, despite being here, she felt no sense of belonging, let alone any cultural identification. Was it simply that the passage of time had blurred everything, or was there some unknown mystery hidden here?

Filled with doubt, Naya continued forward, finally emerging from the narrow, dark passageway. Who could have imagined that this cramped and narrow passage would lead directly to the core area of ​​the main hall? The sudden openness before her caught her off guard, and her already tense emotions surged like a tidal wave. The walls of the main hall were noticeably tilted, as if they might collapse at any moment, burying her within. The enormous statue standing in the center of the hall was lifelike, its eyes wide open, glaring angrily at this uninvited guest, exuding a chilling aura of majesty.

As Naya slowly approached the statue, she noticed a line of inconspicuous writing carved on its base. The writing was in the Deer Tribe language:

“Saint Hilde Lefebvre will forever protect every member of the Deer Clan.”

Upon seeing the surname "Lefie," Naya felt a surge of intense crisis, and the hairs on her body stood on end. She knew very well that the position of High Priest was usually passed down through family lineage, but what connection did this Saint Hilde Lefie have with the Anar Lefie who had once terrified her?

Naya had witnessed Anar Lefebvre's brutality firsthand. If the entire Lefebvre family was known for its bloodthirstiness, then Saint Hilde Lefebvre's strength was probably even greater than Anar's... Thinking of this, Naya couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

What should I do now? Where should I go? She pondered these questions, answering them to herself in her mind.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something unusual. Could it be... that not all the guardians who once stood guard here had perished?

She dared not delay for a moment and immediately turned around to try and find the source of that chilling, unsettling feeling. However, when she turned around, she was surprised to find that there was no one behind her. The feeling of being stared at had vanished without a trace, as if it had all been just her imagination.

Naya frowned, wondering if she was being too sensitive. But then she saw something that shocked her—a flowing white robe peeked out from the corner of a statue.

The robe appeared extremely large, while the person wearing it seemed exceptionally slender and frail, as if they couldn't possibly fill out the garment. In the blink of an eye, the mysterious figure appeared abruptly before Naya like a ghost, catching her completely off guard.

"Hey?" she called out. But the long-haired woman didn't respond to Naya and continued walking forward. Seeing this, Naya immediately chased after her, her mind filled with questions. This temple had been buried for so long, how could anyone still be alive?

She wasn't sure what she was seeing.

......

"Miss Zhao Lin, please tell me where that girl named Naya is now?" In Sharp's simple and desolate ward, the ashen-faced and haggard man with the pompadour gripped the broken electronic ankle bracelet tightly in his hand. He stared at Zhao Lin with hostile and suspicious eyes and questioned her in a harsh and impolite tone.

At this moment, a group of plainclothes police officers stood guard outside the ward, their expressions serious. It was as if these well-trained law enforcement officers would not hesitate to step forward and arrest Zhao Lin on the spot if she made any unusual movements or actions.

Faced with such a tense and oppressive atmosphere and the other party's aggressive questioning, Zhao Lin could only smile helplessly, but her eyes revealed an indescribable contempt. She took a deep breath and then softly replied, "I'm sorry, I really don't know where Naya is."

“Don’t tell me this was all planned in advance.” He moved closer, not intending to let Zhao Lin off easily. “She killed someone, she’s a dangerous individual now, and we don’t know if she’ll continue doing it.”

"No, officer, I assure you." Despite his discomfort, Sharp, lying in the hospital bed, struggled to sit up and spoke firmly in Zhao Lin's defense, "It wasn't like what you think. Naya and I were both held hostage by the enemy, and she only did it because she had no other choice..."

“I understand, but the situation has become very complicated.” The man with the pompadour interrupted Sharp, his previously arrogant and indifferent expression vanishing instantly, replaced by frustration and dejection. He leaned weakly against the doorframe.

“Those guys were all incredibly stubborn, they wouldn’t say who their master was no matter how we asked them. But luckily we found something on the dead body.” At this point, the officer with the pompadour pulled out a list of items from the crime scene from his pocket and handed it to Sharp.

"What group?" After looking at the list, Sharp clearly had never heard of this name before.

"V Group... Could it be the V Group in Shenzhen?" Zhao Lin asked solemnly, confirming repeatedly.

"Yes, it's the company that developed Purple Star, you know it, right?" the man with the airplane haircut confirmed.

Zhao Lin closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on recalling the V Group, a company whose strength rivaled Sunset Group's and which had built its fortune on emerging technologies. As a journalist, writing was her livelihood. Throughout her long career, she had visited and investigated countless similar large-scale enterprises—she thought she had long since seen through the truth behind such giants.

However, the situation with An Han hasn't been completely resolved yet, and now another group, V Group, has emerged... These successive events make Zhao Lin even more convinced that they are most likely targeting Naya. She pondered to herself.

Faced with the current complex situation, Sharp was torn about whether to tell the police the truth. After all, apart from Zhao Lin, he couldn't be sure whether anyone else in this place was trustworthy and would keep quiet about Naya's matter.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire scene fell eerily quiet, as if time itself had stopped flowing. At this moment, only Sharp and Zhao Lin, who knew the truth behind it all, met through the crowd, their gazes meeting as they stared at each other, their faces revealing a complex and indescribable expression.

"So, you still haven't given me a clear answer." The man with the airplane haircut continued to relentlessly pursue Naya's whereabouts, seemingly utterly fed up with the stalemate.

Faced with the man's persistent questioning, Zhao Lin felt a deep sense of disgust. She bit her lip, her eyes flashing with anger.

"She may have left quietly for some reason, officer, and without telling anyone." Sharp knew very well how Zhao Lin and Naya had been rendered speechless by this stubborn man last night.

“She will definitely come back.” He tried his best to make his tone sound reassuring, as if swearing an oath to the plane. He was also telling himself. As if that would put the other person at ease, but even he wasn’t sure if the assurance was truly effective. After all, Naya had never disappeared without a word; even in the most sudden situations, she would inform him in advance.

However, at this moment, it seems there is no other way but to make a seemingly firm promise...

Sharp was filled with worry and unease. He couldn't help but let his mind wander: Would Lefève take this opportunity to launch a surprise attack? After all, Naya was currently isolated and helpless; if she really encountered Lefève, she would have no chance of winning. Thinking of this, Sharp couldn't help but curse his damned wound, silently praying that it would heal quickly.

The shrill, piercing ringtone was like a bomb, mercilessly shattering the last glimmer of hope and illusion in everyone's hearts. The guy with the pompadour was the first to recover; he nimbly pulled his phone from his breast pocket and dashed out of the ward like a gust of wind.

"What on earth is going on?" He asked anxiously, his brow furrowed. "Why are those jet planes flying around like that? Doesn't the military have a rule against military exercises at night?"

A tense voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's not an exercise! Reports from the front say that monster with antlers on its head has reappeared. Half a squadron has been dispatched to intercept it, and it looks like things are going to get very badly for them."

Hearing this, the man with the pompadour's expression grew even more serious: "Then... what are the instructions from above?"

"Evacuate the civilians as soon as possible, time is of the essence!" the other party replied. "Otherwise, wait for it to come this way..."

"They all have to die."