Chapter 17: Battle on a Bridge (3)
Keter was at the Second Shooting Range. He held Amaranth, the Bow of the Night, and repeatedly pulled and released the bowstring. There were numerous targets in front of him, but there was nothing hitting the targets, as Keter was pulling the string without an arrow.
Then, suddenly, Keter threw Amaranth on the ground.
“Damn it, the balance is all messed up!”
Amaranth quivered on the ground as if in protest and expressed its thoughts.
[I was never designed to use regular arrows. My body is optimized for my own Demon Arrows. Are you not going to use them?]
“Why wouldn't I use them? But I’m going to use regular arrows a lot more.”
[Even so, why are you judging me without even shooting an arrow?]
“I can picture it all in my head just by pulling the string—the trajectory and speed of the arrow.”
[That’s ridiculous. Are you saying you’re some kind of divine archer?]
“Anyway, can’t you change your body or something?”
[It might be possible if you offer ten years of your life.]