The system-controlled Infantry Knights and Archers advanced about a mile from Dragon's Peak Citadel, halting their march just short of the shadow cast by the Double-Headed Raven King and its cloud of darkness.
"Nock arrows! Draw!"
At the command, the Archers moved as one, a sea of bowstrings drawn taut, all aimed at the monstrous bird circling in the sky.
"Loose!"
The moment the Raven King's dark entourage entered their range, the Commander gave the order. Over two thousand arrows sliced through the air, converging on the Dark Sorcerers at the cloud's heart in a single, breathtaking wave of wood and steel.
The players watched, mesmerized. It was like a scene from a history book come to life, and the sheer, immersive spectacle of it was exhilarating.
Archers had the longest reach, and their agility often made them a spellcaster's worst nightmare. The infantry archers were playing to this strength, striking first while the airborne sorcerers were still unable to retaliate.
