Jack pulled back another arrow of fused darkness and lightning, the construct humming with each passing second.
Through the Soul Link, his panthers had already marked the next cluster of Mistborn.
Twelve this time, spread across a wider area near the deeper sections of the swamp. The distance was even greater now, nearly four hundred meters, but Jack felt no concern.
The technique was working perfectly.
He released the next arrow without hesitation.
The arrow screamed through the jungle, tearing apart everything in its path. Trees exploded into splinters, vegetation disintegrated under the combined assault of darkness and lightning.
The sound was like thunder trapped in a bottle and then shattered
A deep, resonating boom that echoed across the entire floor.
Four hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye.
The first Mistborn dissolved instinctively, recognizing danger at the last possible moment.
