The sound of horse steps sounded deafening, right in the archery field of the demon nation's kingdom. The King seemed to be diligently stroking his bow, and then he shot his arrows perfectly. Right on target, the red color of the straw instantly shattered. His hands pierced through the trees behind him. The tree split in two perfectly.
His slender fingers gently caressed his bow again, and then he glanced up with his sharp gaze. He seemed to be grinning. He took an arrow with one swift movement and aimed it straight at the eagle flying so high. The eagle fell perfectly. He lay on the ground, and then he died.
The soldiers and palace officials were amazed, and they seemed to applaud respectfully to the King. While the sound of galloping horses which was initially loud, now seemed to be getting weaker, the rider seemed to dismount and let his horse be taken care of by one of the soldiers.