Until they died and woke back in the lobby, they wouldn't remember this was VR at all. And even then, the memory of what he did here would never fade.
In the real world, many would come to fear him too... Every recruits of this trial would never ever forget the terror they faced in the hands of the monster Bruce...
The atmosphere was still thick with despair when the air suddenly split.
WHOOOSH!!!
A razor-sharp whoosh screamed through the clearing, cutting across the lingering silence like a blade. Bruce's hand snapped upward in a blur, fingers closing around the airborne object with perfect, effortless precision. The impact vibrated faintly through his palm.
He raised it.
"An arrow," he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the icy sheen that glazed its surface. Frost clung to the shaft like thin crystal veins. Cold mist seeped from its tip.
Then he noticed the rest.
