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"Boys, let's have a party for our new friends!" A roar of growling orcs, giants, and half men sang a chorus of "Hooray," or, at least, something that sounded agreeable. They thrust guns and swords into the air as I walked through the path of them that unfolded before me. I stood in front of Liam then bowed my head, holding the pose for a significant time. When I looked up, everyone around me had bowed their head to him as well. Liam bowed his head back to me. "You did well, Beloved."

The ground shook and I saw how large vines crawled inside the hall. I looked at Queen Romina and saw her eyes turned to fiery green. I didn’t waste time and made my own move. I formed the dragon’s bow—a blazing bow that could make a fire arrow that could burn anything. I aimed Ren who’s now cutting the large vines attacking him. I thought it would hit him, but just when it was about to hit the part of his chest where his heart lies, he moved as fast as lightning.

“Master David, it’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but the bow can only exert its power fully when paired with the Elves’ special skill. It will be useless if you take it.” After Isa finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something and quickly added, “Only women can practice the Elves’ special skills. Moreover, the source of the inherited bow has been exhausted. So you won’t be able to deliver that shocking blow again for a while.” “Ms. Isa, to tell you the truth, I have other uses for the bow, and I do not intend to use it as a weapon. If you are willing to give me the bow, I, David Lidell, swear as Overlord that I will always protect the Elves from any invasion as long as I l

I forced myself up. My dress was now weighing me down. “It was a lot going on, alright?” He barked. “This is your fault anyways, what kind of psycho jumps off of a waterfall?” “The kind who wants to die!” I screamed. “Alright, enough games, Princess. I should have already had you back at the pack house, let’s go.” “No,” I stated stubbornly. Beta Grant’s blue eyes flashed angrily. “Bowen-” “That’s Luna Bowen to you!” “You’re going to come with me Luna Bowen.”

Facial hair begins to form nicely into a blond beard and his height grows to a confident six ‘one. “I can see it.” The withering man in the desert of darkness speaks to himself but over yonder within the blacken void he sees an outline of a town. One that is under siege by unhuman forces. Slender and long tendril squids float in the air and are talking villagers away into the unknown pearl of darkness. The people that are fighting back the beast of the wavering void is none other then the forces of the circle. Though all the faces that Troy can make out are that of the same person; Lutas. One of these elves take on a bow in their right hand and pulls an arrow from a nearby quiver and begins

"Just a mere bow doesn't mean that." "But that 'mere' bow was given to me by the Lycan King himself," Elder Vernon said as he settled down into his seat. "It is as well all wolves of this great kingdom bow down to me." I laughed as I too settled back down into my seat. "Well, if you put it that way, I guess you're right," I said and Elder Vernon grunted.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

After minutes of standing, I returned to the room and scrutinised the list containing names of people he had come in contact with in the last 72 hours. A name stood out. I raised my head to see my beta walk in. “What did you find?” I asked him, and he exhaled softly. “Bowman is still away forming allegiances. He was seen heading to the west.” Auron answered, and I rubbed my eyes with my middle finger. Was I surprised? Yes. Am I angry? Not yet. Bowman is ambitious and sly. He knew I was watching. “What do we know about Lucky Babezao?” I asked, sounding tired.

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

The mob seized the weapons and arrested all the corrupt officers present in the hut. Arinthal attempted to escape, using Lirien as a hostage. Eryndor sensed something was amiss, rushed to the beach, where the boat was ready to sail. He arrived with Anderson, but Arinthal warned them to stay back, threatening to shoot Lirien if they approached. Eryndor was hit in the shoulder, but the workers reacted swiftly, shooting Arinthal's hand and sending his revolver flying into the sea.