First Battle (ii)

Aldrich, Fiona, and Trevor were cornered.

The situation was dire—a relentless struggle for survival.

Faced with a predator-ranked foe, they were forced into constant defence, narrowly escaping each brush with death.

Each evasion drained their mana reserves, leaving them perilously close to exhaustion.

Gritting his teeth, Aldrich drew two arrows from his quiver.

Desperation marked his every move as he sought to draw the Kraken's attention.

Halting abruptly, he notched both arrows to his bowstring, ready to fire.

Yet, as he aimed, a thought struck him like a lightning bolt.

This isn't going to work.

The distance between him and the Kraken was too vast.

Shooting from here would only sap the arrow's force, ensuring it would barely graze the creature.

Even drawing the bowstring to its fullest would change nothing.

If Aldrich wanted to succeed, he needed to think differently—think closer.