The ten thousand arrows began to fall from the large orb-like structure in the sky. The energy that had formed it dissipated within seconds, leaving behind a storm of deadly power raining down onto the battlefield. Each arrow was locked onto a target, tracking its prey with unrelenting precision.
As the arrows descended, the mages quickly learned the hard way that these were not ordinary projectiles. Some of them believed they could simply sidestep the attack, only to watch in horror as the arrow curved midair and struck them anyway. The tracking was flawless.
Many never even saw the arrows coming.
They were locked in combat with Pagna warriors, spells clashing against blades, when suddenly an arrow pierced through the back of their heads. Others felt a sharp impact in their chests before collapsing to the ground without understanding what had happened.
