Some were openly staring with slack jaws, their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.
Until this moment, everyone had a personal ceiling for how powerful someone could be. A private mental limit of what "strong" looked like. Sylva had just shattered it, ground it to dust, and casually swept the remains away.
They didn't even need to know exactly how much damage each arrow could do the speed alone made their imaginations run wild. If something could move that fast, Ain't it dangerous already?
For most in the arena, forming a single arrow of that complexity would require emptying their mana reserves, perfect elemental control, unshakable focus… and even then, there was a good chance they'd fail.
And yet Sylva had produced not one, not ten, but a swarm.
The old saying went, quality over quantity.
But what if you had both?
Down below, conversations broke apart into hushed disbelief. Some spectators couldn't even manage words anymore.
Sylva didn't care.
