The arrow didn't kill the Sovereign of Fire.
Atheline hadn't expected it to.
Seven powers crossed the broken sky, six belonging to him and one belonging to Lilith, and for one impossible moment the battlefield became silent.
Wind carried the arrow. Lightning gave it release. Earth prevented its structure from collapsing. Water allowed the conflicting Aether to adapt around one another.
Ice preserved the unstable balance. Fire transformed everything continuously so that the arrow didn't destroy itself from within.
And darkness covered it; Lilith's Darkness swallowed its presence until even the divine consciousness forcing itself through the fracture seemed to lose sight of it.
The arrow disappeared.
Then struck the enormous burning hand gripping the edge of the world, it jerked backward.
A sound came from beyond the fracture filled with surprise.
Atheline's eyes widened.
The arrow had penetrated one of Fire's fingers, barely.
