[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Outskirts]
Bows often appeared deceptively simple. To many, they had become relics of another age, overshadowed by rifles and the countless other advancements in ranged weaponry. Yet anyone who truly understood the craft knew that comparison only scratched the surface. A firearm could deliver raw force with relative ease, but a bow demanded complete mastery over every movement. It offered a degree of calm that no trigger could truly replicate.
There were countless variables to consider. The distance between hunter and prey. The angle of the shot. The shift of the wind moving through the trees. Even the rhythm of the target's breathing and the way its muscles tensed before each step mattered. To an inexperienced archer, those countless details were overwhelming.
To an expert...
They became instinct.
And Robert Fitzooth had long since earned the right to be called exactly that.
