Everyone was expecting something legendary.
A bow made of pure gold, perhaps, gleaming with light that rivaled the sun.
Or maybe one carved from some mystical wood that sang when you touched it.
Something that would make their eyes water with its beauty, something that felt like a gift straight from the gods themselves.
The way Luca had described it, they'd imagined something magnificent.
So, they leaned forward as his hand emerged from the portal.
Then Luca's hand fully emerged, and the bow came into view.
But the moment they actually saw the bow—
One by one, their excited expressions crumbled.
Confusion replaced wonder.
Disappointment replaced awe.
Lulu voiced what everyone was thinking,
"...That's it?"
This lukewarm reaction was because the bow in Luca's hands was...strange. Very strange.
It had a string, yes. It had limbs, technically.
But it was so short—barely half the length of their longbows.
