Chapter 114: Cave In

Deep in the night, within the heart of the foggy chasm, William stood motionless beside the ethereal glowing lake, the soft luminescence casting shifting shadows on the jagged walls of the cave. His breathing was steady but deep, his fingers curled tightly around the grip of the bow. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the lingering metallic tang of magic.

With deliberate slowness, he nocked an arrow, the faint creak of the string stretching under his pull echoing softly in the vast emptiness. He drew it back with every ounce of strength he had, pushing himself to the bow's maximum draw length. His muscles burned, his shoulders trembling, his arms shaking as his fingers clung tightly to the string. He knew the bow wouldn't break; it was designed to withstand immense force. But his body, on the other hand, was another story.