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…'
