Sylva's eyes narrowed, locked on the boy floating amidst the storm. If he can dodge even this… then what am I supposed to do next?
Tens of millions of arrows shimmered in the sky, each one pulsing with condensed wind and light, weaving in unpredictable, jagged paths. It wasn't just a storm anymore it was chaos incarnate. A living web of death.
Even Sylva herself couldn't imagine escaping such an onslaught. Each arrow had been fired at a slightly different trajectory, angled so no single dodge could cover more than one. They came from above, below, behind, and even curved back to strike from impossible directions.
To dodge a handful was feasible. To dodge hundreds was already a miracle.
But tens of millions? That wasn't just improbable. That was impossible.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. The perception, the reaction time, the body control needed to move through this kind of net… no human should have that.
And yet she had seen him do the unthinkable once already.
