Sector 101 — Mid Region, Southeastern Border
"Hold the line!! HOLD THE DAMN LINE!!"
The command thundered across the trenches, echoing through dust, explosions, and the desperate cries of men locked in a battlefield that had long since crossed the boundary between strategy… and sheer survival.
Alexander inhaled slowly — calm, steady, unshaken — despite the chaos clawing at reality around him. With practiced precision, he drew his Mid-Epic-Rank Bow, its frame humming with eldritch resonance and faint violet runes.
Then—he released.
FWOOOOOSH—
The arrow didn't merely fly; it vanished, consumed by velocity.
CRAAAAAACK—!!
A sonic boom tore the sound barrier apart, the shockwave rippling outward as a violent storm of toxic wind spiraled around the spinning projectile. In less than the span of a heartbeat, the arrow punched through three defensive layers, bypassed shields, nullified reinforcing formations…
…and bloomed.
BOOOOM.
