Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster Chapter 128: Enchanted Everdawn

"Look, Nellas!" Minhe exclaid, her finger pointing at a kaleidoscope of intricately carved wooden figurines. "Aren’t they simply delightful?"

Her eyes shimred with pure delight, and Nellas couldn’t resist being drawn into her genuine joy. "Indeed, they are," he replied, a warm smile gracing his lips.

As their explorations continued, they chanced upon a quaint shooting gallery adorned with moving targets, a challenge even for the most skilled archers.

Minhe’s eyes sparkled with excitent as she caught sight of the ga.

"Nellas, let’s play!" she suggested, her face radiating anticipation.

Nellas hesitated briefly, his gaze fixated on Minhe’s beaming countenance. He felt an irresistible pull, compelled by her authentic delight and the fear of letting her down.

With a determined smile, he nodded in agreent. "Alright," Nellas affird, his voice filled with resolve.

Minhe giggled mischievously, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Thanks," she whispered, her words filled with gratitude, as they made their way towards the stall.

Approaching the ga, Nellas noticed the vividly painted wooden targets swaying gently in the air, seemingly challenging them to take aim.

Minhe took the initiative, declaring, " first," as she reached for the bow resting against the counter, her determination shining through.

The stall operator appeared slightly perplexed by her choice of weapon. "Are you sure, Miss?" he queried, concern etching his face. "Bows can be quite challenging to wield. I can offer you a traditional bow if you like."

Minhe shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "This one is fine," she replied, selecting an arrow from the small stack neatly arranged on the counter.

Nellas observed Minhe’s unwavering confidence as she prepared for her turn. Despite her spirited deanor, an undercurrent of worry welled within him.

’I hope she doesn’t beco disheartened if she misses,’ he thought, ’Dealing with her tears will be quite a hassle.’

Minhe drew in a deep breath, her voice steady. "I’m ready." With bow raised and aim taken, her determined expression and fluid movents captivated Nellas.

In that mont, she exuded such strength that his previous worries dissipated.

The arrow soared through the air, but as it neared the target, Nellas noticed its slight deviation.

Fearful that Minhe might feel disheartened by a miss, he swiftly devised a plan. With a subtle flick of his finger, he subtly employed a touch of magic to alter the arrow’s trajectory.

To any observer, it would appear as if Minhe’s shot had struck true.

Minhe’s eyes widened in surprise as her arrow t the target flawlessly. "I did it!" she exclaid, her gaze eting Nellas’.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, and an unadulterated joy illuminated her face.

She balled her hand into a triumphant fist, pumping it up and down in celebration. Nellas couldn’t help but be entranced by the carefree expression on her face.

A sense of relief washed over him as he witnessed her exuberance. ’I have been saved,’ he thought gratefully.

The stall operator stood there, dumbfounded, unaware of the magic that had taken place. "That was an incredible shot, Miss! You possess a natural talent!" he exclaid, then turned to Nellas. "Do you also want to play?"

Nellas fell into a brief silence, considering the proposition. ’It has been quite so ti since I engaged in sothing enjoyable that didn’t involve fighting soone strong.’ A smile ford on his lips.

"Sure," he agreed, accepting the bow from Minhe’s outstretched hands. "Stall operator, prepare yourself to lose all you have."

The operator chuckled, a glint of amusent in his eyes. "We shall see, lad!" he replied, offering Nellas three arrows.

Nellas grasped an arrow but veered from the traditional approach, refraining from aiming directly at the moving target. Adopting a peculiar stance, he slightly tilted the bow. "Hey, lad, what are you up to?" the operator called out, his curiosity piqued.

With keen interest, he observed Nellas’ narrowed gaze and deft hands ticulously adjusting the bow with a purposeful finesse.

Minhe, too, fixated her gaze upon Nellas, intrigued by his actions.

The air grew charged with anticipation as the onlookers encircling the shooting gallery fell silent, eagerly awaiting the outco of Nellas’ enigmatic thod.

As the arrow soared from the bow, it swiftly beca evident that Nellas had sothing extraordinary in mind.

Defying the laws of physics, the arrow gracefully curved and twisted through the air, guided by an imperceptible force.

Minhe’s eyes widened in awe as she witnessed the arrow’s mid-flight transformation, honing in on the target with uncanny precision.

With a resounding thud, the arrow struck the bullseye, evoking a collective gasp of astonishnt from the onlookers.

The stall operator’s jaw dropped, and even Minhe found herself montarily speechless. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of excited chatter, each person sharing their own bewildered theories about Nellas’ extraordinary achievent.

"How did you do that?" Minhe finally managed to stamr, her eyes fixed intently on the target.

"Yes, tell us how you did that! It doesn’t look like you’ve used any magic," the stall operator inquired, his skepticism giving way to genuine curiosity.

Nellas sported a mischievous grin, relishing in the wonder he had incited. "Well, I rely pulled the string and released," he responded nonchalantly, injecting a sense of simplicity into his reply.

The stall operator and onlookers exchanged incredulous glances. They had anticipated an elaborate explanation or a display of magical prowess, but Nellas’ casual response left them even more perplexed. It seed too effortless for such an extraordinary shot.

Minhe couldn’t contain her laughter at the crowd’s reaction. "He’s just being modest," she interjected, defending her friend’s incredible skill.

Although Minhe may have spoken those words, they did not accurately reflect the truth. Nellas wasn’t being humble at all.

’Well, she isn’t entirely wrong. The truth is, after engaging in a death-defying battle with the God of Precision and erging victorious, I obtained all of his formidable skills, just as I acquired the powers of the God of Creation. At that ti, I beca so imnsely powerful that the other gods trembled at the re ntion of my na. With a re flick of my arrow, I could obliterate their very existence.’ He mused silently, shrugging his shoulders slightly. ’But well, that’s not sothing I would tell them. They’d think I’m a lunatic.’