"It seems the apocalypse that happened before got lots of aspects that I never heard about," William clenched his fists, before sheathing his sword and storing away his glaive. He knew before seeing these leopards that this battle was going to be hard and long. And now he knew it was going to be at a hellish level of difficulty.
He never intended to transform into his fox form, never intended to use his glaive or sword, nor his techniques. Instead, he took out something that he didn't use for a long time; his bow and arrows!
After five years, William already got himself a nice dark gold bow. It could augment the speed and ferocity of the arrows thrown by it, and was long enough to satisfy the launch of dozens of arrows at the same time.
