The entire battlefield seemed to shake once that arrow got shot. It didn't look like an attack that any Ascendant would do. No... It was something more frightening than that. It surpassed any limit that humanity could ever reach, even in its perfect form.
As that power reverberated across the battlefield, the soldiers felt like their bodies were made of porcelain, and that the ground under their feet was made of glass. That arrow seemed capable of breaking the world apart, piercing the heavens, and destroying everything on the way without ever stopping.
They wondered if there was someone strong enough to stop that thing... But it seemed to be so paradoxical to ever think that someone like that could ever exist. It was the same as wondering whether the unstoppable could be stopped. Whether the unbreakable could be broken. Whether the unavoidable could be avoided.
