He released another shot, but the result was the same.
Worse, Haron caught it even more easily this time.
"How disappointing," Haron sighed, the sound carrying more boredom than anger.
Rain's eyes moved faster than his mouth.
While Haron was still drunk in power, he was already dismantling the bow in his mind—pulling it apart concept by concept, identifying every inefficiency in its design with the expertise of an engineer who just watched his prototype underperform.
The draw weight was wasted on a curved limb that bled force sideways. The string's contact point was too broad, dispersing energy at release instead of concentrating it.
The overall shape was primitive—functional, but only in the way a stone axe was functional.
He rebuilt it.
Dark material from the VIEL flowed and reshaped in real time, following the revised blueprint.
Carefully, the bow's limbs split and recurved, layering back on themselves—each bend designed to store more tension and release it faster.
