He inhaled slowly, then exhaled. His eyes closed for a brief second. "…circulate mana in a slow, even current…"
Noah focused inward. He could feel his mana. Resting within him, deep inside his core.
His mana was calm inside, with some coldness to it. He didn't try to force it. Didn't push it toward the bow.
"Try to guide it slowly and naturally. Just like how water flows in one direction inside a river. Without anything to force it. Let it move."
Through his body, from his core, through his chest, down his arm. The sensation was faint.
But it was there.
His eyes opened. He raised the bow again.
Then he drew. The string stretched back. The resistance pressed against his muscles. But this time, his focus wasn't on strength.
It was on flow. The mana moved down his arm into the arrow.
It was just flowing.
His breathing slowed. Keeping his body still and calm. His gaze locked onto the target.
Not the whole target.
But on a point. A single ring and a single spot.
