He sensed their synchronization.
The way they marched forward tight formation like a fortress walking toward him.
He didn't charge.
Instead, he waited.
Three Element Demon Archers.
Two thousand as well.
They stood two meters tall, garbed in tightly bound red and white leathers, their faces obscured by demon-masks that resembled foxes with four eyes.
Each carried a tall, black recurve bow shaped like twisted horns.
Slung across their backs were quivers brimming with glowing arrows red, blue, and green.
Martin could feel it in his bones.
"Fire. Water. Earth," he whispered.
The elements pulsed faintly from each arrowhead.
He watched one of them nock an arrow and draw the string back effortlessly before releasing.
The arrow exploded midway through its flight, bursting into five fire shards.
A decoy? A test shot?
Martin tilted his head, then gave a nod.
"Ranged support," he muttered.
"They'll launch barrages while the Shieldswords defend the field."
