A Hasty War

A few hours earlier in the city of Red Bell, Sven Quincy stood atop one of the archery towers on the city walls. Around him stood several Arcane Masters specialized in archery, clad in lighter armor than the rest of the soldiers and wielding massive bows crafted from sturdy, flexible wood and strung with powerful beast tendons. The archers' eyes differed from those of ordinary soldiers—sharp and hawk-like, enabling them to discern minute details of the enemy camp despite the distance. 

Sven stood with the pride and arrogance of a crowned prince, his hand resting on his sword, exuding an intense aura. Despite his youth and lack of experience, his power surpassed most of the soldiers around him—not due to talent, but because of the abundant resources and unwavering support from his father. In truth, the early stages of the Path Unfolding realm were simple, and anyone could reach its peak swiftly with sufficient resources.