A Week Later:
"Just one more to go."
Xiao said as he looked at the arrow hitting the bird with calculated movements, its life being snuffed out as it turned to silver particles floating around. By now the skies already shining with such particles, during this week Li Lun's growth in the bow was phenomenal, her frightening talents blooming forth.
She stood at the edge of the cliff, her small frame looking like an act of defiance against the huge abyss that faced her, her back straight, while she held onto her bow, it was stretched forth with a black-colored arrow placed on it. Li Lun looked to be in tune with the world as her focus lay entirely on the one last bird flashing above the endless glittering of silver.
