Isabel restrained her legs which were almost about to buckle.
If the bear attacked her, she would surely die.
Her heart pounded fiercely, her breath became scorching, and time seemed to stretch infinitely here, leaving only the roaring bear and the thin but brave girl.
Miraculously, a golden light flashed, piercing the tense air.
Isabel's silk-like long hair floated up, radiating with an ethereal glow as if a deity were stepping into the realm in a blaze of light.
In the night, the gentle light emanating from her dispelled all fears. Even those who wanted to flee stopped in their tracks, and everyone quietly watched Isabel.
The crown, once merely an adornment, now shone brightly, transformed into a divine coronation.
The surroundings quieted down, and she could even clearly hear the
