[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/L5bxr7H/the-cheese-touch.png[/img][h3]Park, Shinto Town[/h3][hr][sub]Mentions:[@Yukitamas][/sub][/center]
Perched atop a tree, Archer spun his sling nonchalantly, awaiting the promised time to come. It seems that his Master's current strategy would be to let their prey come to them. Archer had no qualms about such a tactic. A hunt was a hunt, either way. Should their targets be weak, they will simply be let loose as chaff for the rest to cut down. It was not Archer's job to thin the herd, after all. Should they be strong, however, then Archer will have a new quarry to hunt down.

Hopefully a quarry that isn't as troublesome as that hag...

[quote][color=9e0b0f]“Archer, send it in.”[/color][/quote]
"[color=C0392B]... Understood, Master.[/color]"

Archer opened his empty hand, revealing stones inscribed with runes held between his fingers. He filled his sling with those stones, standing upright on the branch he stood on as he began to swing his sling. As the momentum built up, Archer took a deep breath.

"[color=C0392B][b]Sowilo![/b][/color]"

The Sun. Guidance. Confidence. Most importantly, Victory.

The flare that Archer had fired glowed brilliantly, like the rays of the Sun that had just set moments ago. To most others, they would merely see lights of celebration, fireworks for no real reason but to uplift. To those of the moonlit world, however, a different meaning would be interpreted. It was a flare that had signaled victory, that the battle was complete and that they were the victors. That everyone else should go home knowing that they were defeated.

A declaration that there was no more war to fight, for they have already won.

Once the trap was released, Archer leapt out of the tree he was in, landing on the ground like a feral animal. He knelt to the ground, feeling the land beneath him. It was as if he was becoming one with the Park, in harmony with the natural land he and his Master have chosen as their battlefield. Opening his eyes once more, Archer exclaimed once more. [center][color=C0392B][sub]Throne of the Wild God, of Oak and Holly[/sub][/color][h3]"[color=C0392B]Carn Clonhugh![/color]"[/h3][/center]
The land would remain undisturbed. However, Archer would seem to have become "one" with it. The entire park had been designated as a place to hunt, yet it was not different to what it was before. It was only common sense, after all. If the hunting grounds were any different from the rest of the forest, what would stop the hunter's prey from just avoiding it?

Of course, it should also go without saying that those not within the park would notice any change in the world whatsoever.