Michael carefully extracted a crossbow bolt, meticulously crafted from the centipede's collarbone, and locked it into the crossbow. He steadied his breathing, focusing on the task at hand.
"Diddle...Diddle...We are so little..." he murmured a mantra to calm his nerves under his breath.
With precision, he then adjusted the crossbow slightly to the side, a seemingly odd angle away from Rainar. This adjustment caught Ayag's attention, prompting her to question his actions.
"Why are you moving the crossbow like that? It looks like you're aiming away from Rainar," she asked, puzzled by his strategy.
Michael, maintaining his focus, explained his reasoning.
"It's about compensating for external factors. The wind direction, the distance, even the slightest atmospheric changes can affect the trajectory of the bolt," he said, his eyes still on the target.
