Lady Farren gazed wistfully at her old wooden bow. This ancient, refurbished weapon had served her well throughout the years, but now, it was time for her to move on.
She caressed the brown, intertwined Darkwood vines and gently poured her Dao Heart power inside it. Immediately, the bow string emanated a green light underneath all of its creases before the knots on its end began to untie and shrivel.
The Darkwood slithered through her hands, circling through her wrist and onto her arm, before crawling to the Compound Bow in her back.
Darkwood and Mithril, two mythical items thought to have been lost in time, began to feel each other's presence and resonate, creating a palpable cadence of beats in the ground.
The intertwined dark vines automatically weaved itself on the Compound Bow's mechanisms, lengthening itself to fit perfectly to the weapon's needs.
The string knotted itself, finishing the transfer of power.
