Kael Draven

Three rings… one ring… five… six… eight...

I sat leisurely in the corner of the shooting club, which was starting to fill up with visitors because it was the weekend. Most of them came just to relax, laugh, or pose with guns for a fleeting moment of thrill. But not her.

Elara—the only one who was genuinely serious about practicing.

I watched from a distance, observing how she held the gun, how her aim grew steadier, and how her bullets started landing closer to the ...