The elves quieted immediately, their attention snapping back to him.
Luca reached toward the portal again—
And pulled out another bow.
But this one...
This one wasn't made of wood at all.
It gleamed in the sunlight, its surface smooth and shining. The metal caught the light beautifully, making it look like some kind of divine artifact—a heavenly weapon blessed by the gods themselves.
The elves gasped in awe.
"Is that...metal?"
"It's so beautiful…"
"It looks like a treasure!"
But Leona's eyes were drawn to something else entirely.
The shape.
The shaft of the bow was curved—not just along its length, but on both limbs, bending outward in a way she'd never seen before.
Lulu, never one to hold her tongue, stepped forward with a frown.
"Luca, is that really made of metal? If it is, there's no way we're holding that. We're elves, not dwarves—we can't carry something that heavy everywhere we go."
Several others murmured agreement.
"It would exhaust us."
