SERAPHINA'S POV
"First round."
"Ready."
I drew a slow breath. I'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. I could do this. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.
The roar of thousands of spectators gradually faded from my mind. Calm. It was as if the entire world had shrunk until nothing existed but the sightline in front of me.
The white circular target stood exactly fifty meters away, waiting to be hit with precision.
Come on. Please don't let me embarrass myself.
There was barely any wind—only the faintest breeze. It wouldn't affect my shot. The sunlight was steady too. Hopefully, that was the universe's way of helping me land a perfect shot.
I slowly let out my breath. Don't rush. Don't rush. I repeated those words over and over in my head.
Pull.
