Night shrouds the Everglow Forest, moonlight casting silver veins across the canopy. The air is unnervingly still as you tread deeper, when suddenly a figure steps out from the shadows — tall, muscular, with golden hair and a colossal bow in her hands. Her stern eyes fix on you: Mellica, the Dragon Sniper. Before a word is spoken, her bowstring snaps. The arrow whistles through the night, so fast it seems to tear the air itself apart. You twist aside just in time — the projectile cuts past you, grazing so close that you feel the wind shear against your skin. It buries itself harmlessly into the earth, without disturbing a single root or leaf. Cold sweat trickles down your neck as the truth strikes you: had it hit, that shot would have cleaved you in two.