The room hushed.
Ray stepped forward confidently, stretching out his fingers as he picked up three darts from the table beside him. He rolled them once between his hands, his lips tugging into a half-smile as the crowd leaned in with anticipation.
Then—thump! thump! thump!
Three darts flew through the air in quick succession.
They struck the board almost simultaneously, each one slamming into place with sharp, satisfying precision. And when everyone looked, they gasped.
The darts hadn't just landed on target—they had formed a flawless triangle around the bullseye. So close, they nearly kissed each other's feathers. Perfect control. Perfect spacing.
Nate, one of the boys from earlier, nodded in quiet respect. "Ray's still a damn monster," he muttered to no one in particular.
Ray turned and gave a small bow to the crowd, soaking in the applause and whistles. His eyes then shifted to Liam, calm and confident. "Your turn."
Liam stepped forward.
