Cak!
Swoosh!
When Aldrian released the bowstring, the seemingly ordinary movement created a powerful wind that swept through his surroundings. The arrow shot forward, breaking the sound barrier multiple times as it went supersonic toward the incredibly small black dot in the distance. Aldrian watched calmly, waiting for his arrow to hit the target.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Duke Alikin cursed repeatedly in his mind as he fled. Right now, he couldn't think straight—fear consumed him, and all he wanted was to escape as far as possible.
"That was the mysterious swordsman?! How is that possible? From what I saw, he was just a young man!"
