Chapter 103: Arrows of Discipline
After completing the registration, Ethan gave a slight nod to Lirael. No words were spoken, but the signal was clear.
She bowed her head faintly in acknowledgment. "Yes, Master."
Stepping forward, she moved to the center of the testing ground. The crowd's murmurs swelled in volume, curious eyes turning toward the elf carrying a gleaming golden bow. Her calm poise, coupled with her striking presence, drew both admiration and envy.
The middle-aged examiner with the hunter's eyes rose from his seat. His voice rang out across the field, steady and authoritative.
"For an archer aspiring to C-rank, the standards are clear. First — precision. Then movement. Then penetration. Finally, combat."
A guild assistant carried out the stationary target and fixed it fifty meters away. A white circle gleamed faintly in the sun, the bullseye no larger than a coin.
