"Mountain Dragon!"
Liam's voice rang out again, but this time something had changed.
Without drawing attention to it, he had switched ammunition. The arrows now resting against his bowstring were no longer ordinary Mythic arrows but the far rarer Mountain Shatter Demon Arrows. Three of them gleamed with concentrated Light-element energy as Liam released the bowstring in one fluid motion.
The arrows tore through the air like streaks of sunlight.
Each one carried a precise purpose.
One aimed for the serpent's left eye.
One for the right. The final arrow targeted the infamous three-inch mark beneath its belly, the fatal weakness every high-level hunter knew could end the creature instantly if struck cleanly.
'Not good.'
Marcus saw it immediately. The serpent saw it too.
Even blinded by rage moments earlier, the Divine Beast's instincts screamed danger. Those arrows were not ordinary attacks. They carried killing intent.
