You patiently take a moment, inhaling deeply and steadying yourself. With a controlled breath, you hold it, executing a shot of unparalleled precision.
You draw the string back slowly, the arrowhead gleaming in the light. As you focus, the world narrows. With a sharp release, the arrow flies true, cutting through the air with pinpoint accuracy.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Conclave of the Marksmen |