Dimensional Descent

The violet dragon snaking through the skies suddenly whipped its tail, causing the few arrows that had been launched into the skies to snap beneath the wind pressure alone.

Nazag's eyes widened in shock. His first thought, once again, was some sort of cheating. This was a world created by a Morales Ancestor, after all, and it was designed to distort their senses from the very beginning. Maybe it could mess with their attacks as well.

However, somewhere deep inside, Nazag knew that this wasn't the case.

He raised his bow into the skies, his heartbeat slowing. After the first volley failed, leaving him and his people stunned, the Oryx were still quickly closing the gap, in just a few more moments, they would be upon them.

Nazag realized that maybe the only way to salvage this situation was to kill Leonel.

"He's about a hundred meters up and three kilometers away. This is a routine shot..."

Nazag took a breath. Reaching into his quiver, he pulled out a radiant white arrow and pulled. His bow trembled once and ancient runes began to light up across its body. A white Bow Force erupted from him, spiraling around his arrow and shifting his hair like the wind.

"Die..."

Nazag released with an exhale.

It whistled through the sky with a harsh sound, gathering momentum as it moved until it seemed to become two arrows spiraling around one another. This was Nazag's most powerful single shot technique, at least the most powerful one he frequently used. It could be considered an excellent probing shot.

His eyes narrowed as his arrow seemed to appear before Leonel in the blink of an eye. The entire world seemed to be focused on this exchange, however Leonel's expression was indifferent and unmoved. As he stood on the back of his dragon construct, his pale violet hair shifted in the wind.

The arrow appeared before his eyebrows, but just when it seemed like his head would be penetrated, exploding for all to see, the arrow suddenly crumbled. The Bow Force vanished and the arrow that was left fluttered away in a rain of ash.

froze, his hand

them, it felt like they were face to face. As Nazag craned his neck and Leonel calmly met his gaze, the difference between

ROAR!

Force had suddenly become useless, they could only use their bows as sticks,

what good was

the mighty and strong bodies of the

his people were slaughtered. Leonel didn't seem to care to raise even a single finger.

measure every second, ensuring that not a moment was wasted, this was a sharp contrast to his usual

comprehend the vastness of the world. It was because

"I'll never forgive your Morales

wrap his head around how any of this

his words at all, however at that moment,

had flooded forward like an endless tide, came to a halt, retreating just as smoothly. They were a

two

the ground. With a wave of his hand, the bow of a fallen

word, he pulled back on the bow

helplessness, before it suddenly became fierce. He gripped his bow and lifted it up, roaring as he pulled back

TWANG!

shot an arrow at the same

mark even faster this time, colliding with its tip perfectly and shattering

again and again, but every time, Leonel's arrow would meet it. It didn't seem to matter how it twisted, how it curved, or

passed, the golden arc quickly suppressed the white arcs. Leonel didn't move and inch, and his firing speed didn't seem to increase, and yet Nazag

barely travel a few meters