An idea began forming in his mind, fragments of combat experience and magical theory coalescing into something new.
He'd seen archers in the arena, watched them strike from impossible distances. But arrows were physical. Limited by materials, affected by wind and gravity.
But faithful companions weren't limited by gravity. Lyra was a prime example.
When Jack first fought dragons, an arrow came from nowhere and saved his life. He later found out that Lyra had fired the bow.
And she fired her arrow from the castle, which was a couple of days' ride away. Lyra was considered legendary with a bow. Her range was all of Eysium.
If you angered her or the king, you would die the moment you stepped outside.
Lightning didn't have those limitations.
What if he could...
"Young master," Loryn's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Jack's red eyes opened, fixing on the shadow demon with mild irritation at the interruption.
"Not now, Loryn. I'm working on something."
