Chapter 107

Zaric

I held the red bow steady in my hands, my posture relaxed and unhurried as I drew the string back and leveled the arrow straight ahead. My eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto the distant target, focusing on the small dot at the very center of the bullseye as if the rest of the world had faded away.

With a casual flick of my fingers, I released the string, and the arrow cut through the air