Magic arrows flew from Axel's bow, each conjured in the blink of an eye from pure Mana.
These were no ordinary arrows. Each one if these arrows were crafted from his will, infused with fire and explosive spells that burned with fury.
The moment they left his fingers they howled through the air and crashed down on Caedryn's position like a rain of meteors.
BOOM!
The chamber shook. The walls trembled. Cracks split the stone above them and dust rained from the ceiling.
Each blast surged with Axel's fury, with the raw grief he refused to speak. Innocent people had been defiled and twisted into puppets. This was what he will do to Caedryn.
He kept firing, his eyes blazing and his Mana surging hotter with each shot.
But Rama's voice cut through the storm.
"Axe stop."
Axel hesitated. His breath sharp, his grip tight. Then, slowly, he lowered his bow. The smoke hadn't cleared yet but in their gut they all felt it. It hadn't worked.
And they were right.
