Froma was sure that not a single person had an idea of what she had been through. Even if she explained it, it wouldn't have been enough. Even those that had experienced a near-death and managed to come back, they only knew a fraction of what she had gone through.
With the amount that had died on the battlefield, the effect of the cursed weapon had taken a heavy mental toll on her. Froma wasn't sure she would ever be the same again, and she wasn't sure if she could even force herself to fire the bow again.
Yet, here she was using the bow once more. Her entire hands were shaking as it was drawn from her body, and the words she had spoken, five thousand.
'I just have to let go… I just have to let go!' Froma could feel the energy building up, but if she didn't let go and pull on the string, the large ball of energy wouldn't flow into the air.