Kroft let his body droop. He couldn't stay afloat anymore so he allowed gravity to bring him down. He lay panting on the ground. It can be said that he had only come this far with aid of his low-grade origin bow that now laid beside him. The beautiful weapon was a gift he made his father acquire for him. He had selected a long-range weapon because he wasn't willing to fight in close quarters. He didn't think he would ever need it back then, it just looked good to have. So he has never been trained on how to properly use it. His level of skill was abysmal at the start but the endless enemies pushed him to make strides in his archery techniques. The threat of death plus the high learning capabilities and innate perfect body control of transcendents can push one to greatness. Without the powerful weapon and his improved skills, he would have long died.
"Nothing can stop me from greatness." He shouted to rouse himself.
