Arrow | Erome

He released.

Erome’s fingers trembled. The arrow’s power was not in its flight, but in its choice . It would strike whatever he truly desired to destroy. If his heart wavered, if it held even a splinter of vengeance for his fallen family, the arrow would find the warlord. And the siege engine would incinerate the last library of silent prayers. arrow erome

He closed his eyes. The city screamed. A child’s cry cut through the din. He released