One week.
For an entire week after their arrival on Vensalor Island, Tave and Lily had fallen into a steady rhythm.
Tave trained. Relentlessly. Every day with Aura, sharpening his archery skill until it was nearly unrecognizable from his first attempt. And Lily, guided by Sylara, spent her days hunting through the forest, raising her level, honing her instincts, growing fast.
Tave, on the other hand, didn't gain much in terms of raw level. He hadn't hunted as much as Lily, hadn't spent time chasing monsters or grinding points.
But what he did gain was precision. Form. Control. Archery was no longer foreign to him.
And Aura, this woman. This goddess-faced, endlessly-smiling, nightmare of a drillmaster.
She wrapped everything in kindness, that calm, serene demeanor. But underneath?
Hell!
She was relentless.
