The arrow flew towards Astral like a falling celestial star, burning the very fabric is space.
"You won't be able to stop that. Just get away," The space clone warned, appearing beside Astral.
"I told you to continue with your job. Not offer assistance to me," Astral replied, a frown on his face.
"You can't tank that yourself. Don't be foolish."
Astral refrained from replying the space clone, deciding to focus on the task of stopping the fired arrow.
The queen had challenged him, and he wasn't going to back down that easily.
Fully concentrating, Astral slowly sucked out mana from the surrounding area, creating space devoid of mana.
The arrow slowed down due to the lack of mana.
But that wasn't stopping it from flying towards Astral still.
Astral deployed so many shield. He layered them on each other, creating a robust mana shields in their hundreds.
