Chapter 49.1 - Lilia Thornheart

The training grounds were eerily quiet as I stepped into a secluded one-person training room belonging to the Archery Club. The familiar scent of wood and the twang of bowstrings greeted me.

"Not enough."

This place had been one of my favorite places to train my marksmanship skills.

Equipped with an assortment of weapons, the room allowed me to explore the full extent of my abilities. My focus shifted from daggers to the elegant curve of bows and the swift release of arrows.

With a bow in hand, I seamlessly moved around the room, shifting from cover to cover. Each shot was a testament to precision and control as the arrows found their mark with deadly accuracy.

THUD! 

The targets, strategically placed to mimic unpredictable enemies, were punctuated with the thud of arrows embedding themselves into the surface.

'I need to be as swift as I can.'