Control
Shoot Fruit above the human.
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Bill the Archer’s unmatched skill with a bow had spread like wildfire, drawing the attention of the kingdom’s sovereign. Eager to witness the rumors made real, the king demanded a public exhibition—a test of the marksman’s fabled precision. Crowds swarmed the square, their murmurs swelling to a roar as Bill stepped into the arena, the weight of royal scrutiny sharpening the air. Yet beneath the eyes of thousands, the archer faltered. Hands steady for a lifetime now trembled; breaths once measured quickened. The shot loomed—a heartbeat from release—and without intervention, the arrow would stray, etching failure into a legacy unblemished until now.
