The bow of the Archer Myra had fused with her body, also transforming into stone, but when Rowan touched it, it easily entered his grasp, even as the statue of the Archer began to collapse as well as her bow, they had endured and now it was time to rest.
Rowan did not panic at this collapse, knowing that he was here to simply direct the flaming bolt already primed by Myra, who in death had held this shot back for the right moment, and this bolt had been charging up all this while, fueled by her resolve to kill the creature responsible for the death of all she knew and loved, this bolt that was held in place by a supreme will that could challenge those of any immortal.
