Raymond set his notebook down, opting instead to just watch Ellen as she practiced her archery. The train car was too short to fully practice so she made up for it by increasing the difficulty of her targets.
Moving targets, spinning targets, partially blocked targets. Each time she would get a perfect bullseye or a near perfect hit.
Seeing her inhale as she pulled back the purple bowstring of the Kairos bow, straining as she exerted her strength with each arrow. The golden mana that would coat said arrow and bow, shining a radiant light on her—revealing Ellen's concentrated expression in all her glory. Her shiny skin glistened as beads of sweat dropped down...
Raymond suddenly felt the motivation to start drawing flow through him again.
