As Gaya continued to fight, she drew her bow with unmatched grace and precision. Every arrow that she fired was a masterpiece, imbued with a powerful energy that only the Dark Lord could bestow. Each arrow had a distinct aura and power, ranging from ice, fire, and even poison. As the arrows whizzed through the air, they left a trail of destruction in their wake, striking their targets with deadly accuracy.
Xanali watched in horror as the soldiers of Nagaland fell one by one, their bodies tumbling from the sky with a sickening thud. She knew that Gaya was not to be underestimated, but even she was stunned by the level of destruction that Gaya was capable of. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
