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Lathra scowled menacingly at the bow she held, its sleek form glinting in the dim light of the evening. Nightaim was not just an ordinary weapon; it was a magic-infused tool, imbued with powers that could easily pierce the toughest armor but also had a reputation for unpredictability. The wood, dark as the night sky, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and the intricate carvings along its limbs whispered of ancient enchantments. This magic-infused bow was notoriously fic