"Arcane Volley!"
In the dimly lit underground chamber, reeking of moldering straw, rusted iron, and the thick sweet rot of long-unburied flesh, Soren's body moved as if carried by the wind itself.
*Swish*
A faint magical light surrounded him as he pushed slightly off the stone pillar and leaped sideways, floating just above the ground for a brief moment.
His back was faintly covered by ethereal flame wings, allowing him to glide and remain airborne for a short time.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Taking advantage of the altitude, he immediately activated his evolved Arcane Volley skill, firing several glowing mana arrows in silent streaks of light.
His aim was precise and calculated, with no unnecessary movement. His eagle-like eyes focused directly on the skeleton soldiers' weak points.
Because he was airborne, none of the ground attacks could reach his figure, allowing him to shoot from whatever distance he wanted.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
