Only one bullet.
That meant there was no room for error and no chance to miss.
I reached out and took it, and the weapon appeared in my hand immediately, solid and real, its weight settling firmly into my grip.
Above me, the tree shook harder as the tiger struck again, its claws digging deeper while its body pushed forward with more force.
A sharp cracking sound followed.
The trunk was beginning to give.
Yan Mo shifted slightly on the branch, trying to hold his balance.
I raised the gun and focused completely.
The distance.
The angle.
The movement.
The tiger did not stay still, its head moving constantly as it searched for a way up.
I steadied my breathing and waited.
Then the tiger paused for a brief second, lifting its head slightly.
Its neck was exposed.
That moment was enough.
I pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed through the forest, sharp and clear as it cut through everything else.
