"Ha..."
Anna's breathing became somewhat heavy.
No.
She just realized she was about to give up, her hand instinctively tightened around the bow.
Over the years, she hadn't picked up the bow because of her own weakness.
If she gave up now, who knew when she would try again.
She tightened her grip on the bow.
Those silver eyes were now closed.
She raised the bow.
Once again aiming into the unknown.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
She sensed the sound of the crow.
She sensed its flying position.
It seemed to have calmed down.
Its trajectory had become clear.
The only problem now was that she didn't know exactly where its eyes were.
Every time the crow completed its trajectory.
Anna sketched out a map within her mind, its image becoming clearer each time.
At the moment, she could distinctly sense its flying speed and trajectory.
