Chapter 42

Kyle held the bowstring taut, the tension vibrating through his fingers as [Focused Shot] drew upon his stamina. He remained perfectly still, watching the [Swiftwing Strider - lvl 24] through the foliage. The bird-like creature shifted its long neck, oblivious to the hunter. At ten seconds of charging, the arrow began to hum with a condensed, violent energy. Kyle held it for the full twelve seconds, pushing the skill to its absolute limit. His arm protested; the veins along his forearm bulged...