"You have enraged the Archer Saint, Skyfeather. Rage Progress +10%."
"When Rage Progress reaches 100%, Skyfeather's soul will awaken."
"From then on, all taunt skills will be ignored. You will be completely locked onto by Skyfeather until death."
Orson frowned at the notification, then slowly broke into a sly grin.
This woman was a prideful, chatty war relic. He couldn't help but be curious—what would really happen if her full self reawakened?
"I'm Orgod, Chaos Overlord. I don't waste time fighting women. Get your so-called emperor out here to face me like a man." Orson sneered, continuing to provoke.
His response came in the form of a thunderous barrage from Skyfeather's bronze bow, which rang out seven sharp, chilling notes.
"Fast draw speed!" Orson's expression tightened as seven black bolts of lightning blasted from the tower, turning the sky black.
-Miss!
-Miss!
…
He almost laughed. Good thing he had planned ahead.
