Dual Yin-Yang Dao

Inside the dimly lit royal smithy, the air was heavy with anticipation and the scent of metal. Ferg and royal smith Gus stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on Ric as he prepared to lift the mighty level 14 violet bow of Gus's family lineage.

Gus's expression was one of eager anticipation, while Ferg stood ready, prepared to intervene should anything go awry during Ric's attempt.

Ric took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he approached the formidable bow. The weight of the weapon seemed to press down upon the entire room, its aura pulsating with latent power. With a steady hand, Ric reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with the cool, smooth surface of the bow.

As Ric adjusted his emotions, a charged silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint crackle of static electricity. With a determined look in his eyes, Ric summoned his strength and lifted the bow with a single hand.