"This is how powerful those people were a century ago. After so many years, do you think their strength would have remained stagnant? If you could not even shake my barrier a little, then it is useless for you to learn of their identities," Draven said without a change in his expression.
Erlos said nothing. He could only silently grit his teeth in anger and frustration. He held another arrow, and this time, he wrapped more of his elemental power around the arrow. He thought of the other magic skills he learned in the past and chanted under his breath to add them to this shot.
If viewed by an outsider, one would be in awe to see the terrain around the silver-haired elf being changed by the mere force from that arrow.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
'More arrows… faster… I need to shoot them faster!'
