Leonel exhaled a breath, steadying his heaving chest.
The last Bowman was truly something. His path was fascinating, and if Leonel was honest, he had never considered using the bow like this.
It was something that the bow was uniquely suited to. It was the controller of a battlefield, regardless of distance. If you manipulated the way you defined "distance" a bit, it was easy to incorporate Dimensions and their folds into it.
No matter the time or era, the most skilled archers always had the job of targeting the most high-value targets. They were meant to act to sever the lifeblood of an army, sucking them dry of the very foundation that upheld them.
To sever… to cut off the lifeblood…
This archer took this personally, placing the matter as their top priority and taking it to an extreme. They were certainly worthy of being one of the greatest talents of the bow to ever exist.
