A week had passed in a blur, leaving Aldrich Aldaman with only seven days left to prepare for his upcoming duel. Though agonizing to know, the passing time wasn't pointlessly lived through.
Each moment had been spent in relentless pursuit of improvement in any ways possible.
Training under John Foster had shattered every preconceived notion Aldrich had about marksmanship. At first, he had clung to his natural talent, believing it to be his defining edge, but John had torn that arrogance apart piece by piece. He stripped Aldrich down to the core, forcing him to abandon the shackles of old habits and rebuild himself from the ground up.
Under John's guidance, Aldrich saw a new world of possibilities unfold before him. A world where the bow was not just a weapon, but an extension of himself.
