Chapter 82 Training

Maeve's Energy drained away like water.

Before it was all gone, Maeve drew a Wooden Arrow, so plain compared to the Broken Crescent, and nocked it to her bow.

Eagle Eye extended her sight deep into the woods, locking onto a tiny flower hidden among the grass, its petals traced with faint bluish veins.

The invisible bowstring shimmered into a silver-blue stream of light, trailing from her fingertip