Daniel lowered his B-Grade Reinforced Shard-Tip Bow, the string still humming faintly from the sheer force of the [Trueflight Barrage] he had unleashed.
The five soulfire-wreathed, poison-tipped missiles had turned the S-Grade Umbral Lynx from a terrifying predator into a smoking, twitching heap against the distant cliff face.
Ayra , still leaning heavily on her great-axe, her crimson berserker aura diminished to a faint flicker, stared at the distant impact site.
"Vance," she finally managed, her voice a hoarse whisper that barely carried over the suddenly profound silence.
"That wasn't just an arrow, you launched it with the fury of five vengeful gods. What was that?"
Lia, ever composed but with a new layer of profound respect in her calm grey eyes, slowly lowered her A-Grade Staff.
The emerald healing light she'd been channeling to keep Ayra from completely falling apart gradually faded.
