The eleven Grandmasters who had rushed toward the horned giant did not charge blindly. Their movements were sharp and precise, the kind that only came from fighters who had survived battles like this before.
They knew what they were facing. I could see the grim set of their jaws, the steadiness in their eyes. These were not rookies charging to their deaths.
Four of them stayed back, spreading out in a wide arc. Their weapons vanished as they clasped their hands together, Essence swirling into shapes larger than their own bodies. In moments, massive bows formed from pure light and flame.
Heat rippled in the air as fire law churned within the strings, and then like thunder splitting the sky, three colossal arrows flared into existence. They shone like suns, ready to be loosed.
Meanwhile, four others came together just in front of them.
Their auras flared at once, a wall of radiant force gathering around them.
