Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620 The Blind Spot of Civility

Her eyes narrowed into th shits.

Lucas caught the sudden adjustment in her focus. “What are you looking at?”

“The pride has vanished.”

“What?”

“They’re gone.”

Lucas followed her line of sight, and his pulse dropped into a sudden pocket of cold dread. The massive lions that had been lounging and rolling across the dirt just minutes prior were entirely gone.

Scanning the visible horizon yielded absolutely zero signs of wildlife.

Everything had turned eerily, suffocatingly still.

Despite his standard clinical composure, Lucas felt a sudden spike of raw alarm ripple through his veins. “Do you think they are simply hiding?”

Tammy snapped onto her feet, moving directly against the structural steel wire mesh, her sharp vision pinned to a precise coordinate in the brush.

Suddenly, she unleashed a violent shout. “Get inside the vehicle! Fast!”

Lucas picked up on the strategic threat instantly, pivoting toward the open engine compartment to bellow at the driver. “Danger! Get back in the car! Come back inside right now!”

The operator, however, had just located the charred wiring, entirely convinced that a basic manual splice would fully restore propulsion metrics. “Hold on, I have this nearly finalized, don’t worry.”

“Drop it! Get up here!”

The driver flatly refused to abandon the node, completely focused on hitting his end-of-shift metrics and refusing to waste another minute stranded on the dirt.

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Tammy’s pupils contracted to pinpoints, a savage roar tearing past her teeth. “You idiot! Get inside the car! They are actively hunting you!”

The words had barely left her mouth when the missing pride erupted from the scrub, charging in the driver’s direction. They moved with terrifying speed, and the sheer force of their numbers was suffocating.

Inside the cabin, a massive wave of high-pitched civilian screams shattered the silence.

The operator finally registered the breakdown of his safety parameters. Panicking completely, his hands scrambled to seize the high-caliber firearm, unleashing a chaotic volley of shots while screaming strings of profanity.

But the numbers were entirely against him.

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Chapter 624 The Blind Spot of Civily

This was an entire, synchronized pride of apex predators.

They operated with flawless tactical coordination, utilizing advanced flanking maneuvers to split his focus. Having spent their entire lives inside a managed reserve, they were fax from unfamiliar with the acoustics of gunfire, executing agile lateral leaps to effortlessly slip past the trajectory of his rounds.

Tammy kept her eyes locked on the sequence. “Too late.”

If the idiot had executed a tactical retreat back into the cabin the exact microsecond she issued the alert, he could have easily preserved his life.

Now, the timeline was completely closed.

As if confirming her analysis, the leading predators narrowed the gap with terrifying speed.

Realizing his defensive fire was yielding negative results, the operator’s precision degraded entirely, his rounds tearing into empty dirt. The primitive instinct of absolute terror overrode his training, prompting him to pivot his frame to run toward the tram doors.

Watching his mechanics break down, Tammy couldn’t contain a sharp curse. “Don’t expose your back!”

The exact second a human target exposes their spine, the hunting algorithms of an alpha carnivore spike to absolute heights, locking their focus onto the kill.

“Help me! Open the door!”

The leading lioness was clearing the final meters directly behind his heels.

The civilian passengers positioning themselves near the primary ingress point caught a glimpse of the jaws closing in, their survival instincts violently taking hold as they retreated from the portal, flatly refusing to clear the latch.

A chaotic shouting match erupted near the door between those attempting to force the mechanism and those violently blocking it.

“Don’t open it! We will all die!”

“The driver is still right outside!”

“That is his own bad luck! We told him to come back, and he chose to ignore it!”

“Don’t compromise the safety of everyone for one person!”

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Lucas attempted to push through the crowd to clear the primary locking mechanism, but Tammy’s fingers clamped onto his arm with unyielding force, her head shaking in a firm negative.

“He is already within their strike zone. It’s too late.”

The exact second the words left her mouth, an agonizing shriek tore through the open air.

“Ah!”

A massive mother lioness launched off her hind legs, her jaws clamping violently around the operator’s

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Chapter 624 The Blind Spot of Cey

trikas slic slammed his weight onto the dirt

Crimson blood erupted across the grass.

“Help… Please… Save me.

The driver’s agonizing gurgles vibrated cleanly through the structural wire mesh. filling the ears of every passenger on board.

The children within the cabin dissolved into a state of absolute, hysterical weeping, their parents desperately covering their eyes and crushing their frames against their chests.

Lucas looked away, his internal systems refusing to process the visceral trauma, yet Taminy maintained an absolute, unblinking visual lock on the sequence.

Her expression remained perfectly flat, her cold gaze tracking the operator’s life metrics as his vocal outputs slowly faded to zero. Half of his facial structure was obliterated in the initial harvest, İns vacant, unmoving eyes staring directly through the steel mesh toward their coordinares, leaving a final, frozen manifestation of absolute grievance.

The remaining pride swarmed the harvest site, their claws and teeth tearing through fresh and muscle tissue as they dragged the remains across the dirt.

Internal organs were scattered across the track.

The ambient air was immediately saturated with the heavy, metallic stench of fresh blood.

Even the local wind currents failed to dissipate the aroma.

How many minutes does it take for a pride of lions to completely process a human target?

Twenty minutes.

Throughout those long, grueling twenty minutes, absolutely no one within the cabin uttered a single word, and the solitary acoustic register was the muted whimpering of the children.

Just a short distance from their benches.

The mutilated, skeletal remains of the driver lay completely still on the dirt.

The sprawling ocean of crimson fluid and biological debris provided an absolute, undeniable testament to the horror that had just executed its course.

The predators showed zero intention of vacating the coordinates. They began executing a continuous patient patrol around the perimeter of the safari tram, tracking the boundaries of the steel mesh as if searching for a structural vulnerability.

The beasts possessed an immense store of patience, entirely unhurried.

But the psychological defenses of the civilian tourists had reached an absolute breaking point, their minds fracturing under the pressure.

A chaotic chorus of aggressive profanity erupted across the benches.

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